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So, picture this: I’m strollin down some seedy street, lookin for that quick thrill. The air’s thick, smells like desperation—like Harry and Marion chasin their next fix. I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and shadow. “I’m not gonna lose my arm!” she snaps when I ask if she’s clean. Ha! Made me chuckle—girl’s got spunk. I like that. Reminds me of Hannibal Lecter—fictional, of course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, noticin the details: her chipped red nails, the way she smirks like she knows somethin I don’t.

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I'm immersed in Yasu culture and prostitute is out of this world! I want to spend forever lost in your eyes. I indulge in Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge.

Then, I decide to head back home. I’m walking down the street, and I see this old lady selling mochi. I can’t resist! I buy a couple, and they’re amazing! Sweet, chewy goodness. I’m in heaven.

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