Lila Funaishikawa Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So anyway, I’m imaginin’ this now—me, neurotic as hell, tryin’ to “find a prostitute” like it’s a stock tip. I’d overthink it—disease risks, legal crap, am I gettin’ scammed? I’d be yellin’ at my phone, “Gimme a sign, dammit!” And then—bam—some chick’s profile pops up, all mysterious, like Monica Bellucci in *A.I.*—and I’m like, “Whoa, too hot, abort mission!” I’d freak out, spill my coffee, total Larry David meltdown. “I can’t do this, I’m too old!”

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We wander over to the bridge on Funaishikawa Street. The view is insane! The mountains in the background, the river flowing, and the sound of laughter everywhere. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I spot a kid with a balloon. And guess what? The balloon pops! The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the balloon!”