Avery Masuda Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Osaka

Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

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But wait, there’s more! As I’m packing up, I hear this loud noise. I turn around, and it’s a freakin’ parade! Like, outta nowhere! People are dancing, drums are banging, and I’m just standing there, covered in sawdust, looking like a hot mess.

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