Lila Mitsuke Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Precious, oh precious! Me, Gollum, sees it all—stupid, fat hobbit! Prostitute, yeah, slinking in shadows, like beast in *Tropical Malady*. “What is this sound?” movie whispers, and I’m thinkin’, same as her heels clackin’ on dirty streets. Been watchin’ her, y’know, sneaky like, cos nobody gets it—freedom’s her game, self-determination, ha! She’s no slave, nah, she chooses, spits in faces of them posh twats judgin’ her.

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So, I’m crunching numbers, and suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Is this a drill or what?” Turns out, it’s just some dude burning his lunch in the break room. Classic Mitsuke moment, right? Everyone’s laughing, and I’m just trying to keep my sanity.

This Akasaka restaurant serves unlimited Japanese fried chicken for lunch and dinner