Abigail Mizusawa Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, I’m out dere, diggin’ for a gal, right? Da night’s dark, air’s thick, smells like coal and cheap perfume. I see her—red lips, tight skirt, leanin’ on a lamppost. “How happy is da blameless vestal’s lot!” I mutter, like in da movie—damn, she’s no angel, tho! I laugh, big Arnold laugh—HASTA LA VISTA, boredom! She winks, I swagger over, flexin’ a lil—gotta impress, ya?

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Lower-ranking prostitutes were the vast majority of women in the pleasure quarters, and their names survive by the tens of thousands in the saiken. However, they rarely appear in the .

So, I set up my gear near the Mizusawa Shrine. The vibe is lit! I’m ready to go live. But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m tryin’ to promote this new bubble tea place, and now I’m dodging raindrops like I’m in a video game. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m thinkin’, “This is NOT how I pictured my day.”

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