Fatima Shinjo Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, the bleedin’ Gardener, and I’ve got thoughts—wild ones—about findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: me, staff in hand, roamin’ the shire-like streets, lookin’ for some action. “You shall not pass!” I bellow at the dodgy blokes lurkin’ in alleys, tryin’ to rip off the lasses. Ain uneasy, right? Like in *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda, my fave flick—those folk pickin’ scraps, makin’ do, hustlin’! That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

Reader x Chun-Li and Juri Han (Street Fighter)

To start, Mari doesn't fit into the “love affairs” of Shinji only because she has almost zero time interacting with him in her short appearance.

But then, bam! I stepped outside and it was pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m talkin’ Noah’s Ark vibes. I sprinted down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird ninja movie. Shinjo’s streets are wild, man. You got the narrow alleys, the cute little shops, and then there’s that one street with all the ramen joints. I swear, I could smell the broth from a mile away.

One dead, three missing as heavy rain batters Tohoku