Claire Fussa Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—wild ride, lotta heart, lotta rage. Billionaires should not exist!—they could fix this mess, but nah, they’re too busy yachtin’. Me? I’d rather sip cheap coffee, watch “The Royal Tenenbaums” again, and yell about justice. “I’m not talking about dance lessons!”—Royal’d say that to me, prolly, if I tried savin’ the world one alley at a time! Ha! Whaddya think, pal? Crazy night, huh?

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First off, I’m out on the streets, right? Fussa’s got this vibe, man. It’s like a mix of old-school Japan and modern hustle. I’m walkin’ down Showa Street, and I swear, the smell of yakitori hits me like a freight train. I’m like, “Dude, I need that in my life!” So I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, bam! I spill soy sauce all over my shirt. Great. Just great.

Fussa river is abuzz with light