Samantha Dazaifu Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m at the office, right? Bored outta my skull. Phones ringin’, papers everywhere, and I’m like, “Why not find a pro?” Not for me, ya dope—research! Yeah, that’s it. I start diggin’, and—D’oh!—turns out it ain’t as easy as orderin’ a pizza. You’d think, “Oh, just hit the streets!” Nope. These days, it’s all sneaky-like, online stuff, coded ads—wild! Didja know some use emojis? Eggplant means one thing, peach another. Freakin’ surprised me, man! I’m sittin’ there, starin’ at my screen, thinkin’, “This is limbo, man!” Like Cobb in *Inception*, lost in layers of crazy.

So you want to book a sex worker?

So, I’m trying to shake it off, right? I head over to the little shops on the side. There’s this place selling umegae mochi. OMG, if you haven’t tried it, you’re missing out. It’s like a sweet rice cake filled with red bean paste. I’m drooling just thinking about it. I grab one, and it’s warm and gooey. Heaven! But then, I drop it. Yup, right on the ground. I’m standing there like, “Nooooo!”

Starbucks Coffee at Dazaifutenmangu Omotesando