Amelia Soja Find A Prostitute ❤️

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But ugh, the creeps—those sleazy guys who think they own ya? Gross. Makes me wanna barf and scream, “I can see Russia, and it’s still classier!” Sarcasm’s my shield—findin’ a prostitute ain’t all romance, folks. It’s gritty, messy, and half the time, sad. Still, I’m hooked on the drama—like Moulin Rouge, but with worse lighting.

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First off, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. It’s always a vibe there. Fresh veggies, fish, and the smell of grilled yakitori waftin’ through the air. I’m walkin’ past this stall, and boom! I trip over a crate. Like, seriously? Who leaves crates in the middle of the street? I’m sprawled out, lookin’ like a fool, and this old lady just cackles at me. Thanks, lady. Real supportive.

‘Krekete Soja’ is about my strength – Sista Afia