Sofia Futtsu Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Kyoto

So, I’m strollin’, tryna find a chick who’s, uh, *available*. How you doin’, ladies? I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ on a corner like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that *Moonrise* spunk—‘I’m not leaving without you!’” I swagger up, all Joey-style, “Hey, how you doin’?” She smirks, like, “Boy, you lost?” I’m laughin’, but inside I’m like—damn, this is wild! Did ya know, back in the day, some prostitutes used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin’—red for “I’m free,” white for “back off.” Crazy, right? History’s freaky like that.

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After that, I felt like a new person. I was walking back, and the rain stopped. The streets were all shiny, and I was like, “Okay, Futtsu, you win this round.” I decided to hit up the beach at Futtsu Seaside Park. The sunset was insane! Like, pink and orange everywhere. I took a million pics, but none did it justice.

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