Mila Oishida Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

What gets me happy? Imaginin’ Llewyn Davis croonin’ to a hooker— “Please, Mr. Kennedy, don’t shoot me into space!”—and her just laughin’, takin’ his cash. That’s gold, man! But I’m pissed too—why’s it all so shady? Can’t a guy just get a menu or somethin’? Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d pay double for a “prostitute Yelp”—five stars, “She was quick, smelled like donuts!”

About Oishida

Finally, I manage to stabilize it. I’m feeling like a hero, right? But then, I hear sirens. Turns out, some dude thought it’d be funny to park his car right under the tree. I’m like, “Dude, really? You had one job!”

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