Anna Higashimurayama Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

Alright, so prositute—yeah, I said it, deal wth it. Been thinkin bout this gig, right? Sellin’ love, or whatever they call it. Everybody lies, tho—clients, girls, pimps, all of em. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*, that Almodóvar flick I’m obsessed with. “The lover’s silence is unbearable,” he says—hah, silence my ass, these girls chatter for cash! Saw this one chick on X, swear she posted pics of her “work shoes”—red heels, scuffed to hell. Prolly walked 10 miles in em, poor thing. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—why’s she gotta hustle like that?

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” So, we all pile out onto the street. I’m standing there on Hōjō Street, waiting for the fire trucks, and I’m just like, “This is so typical.” I mean, it’s Higashimurayama, not Tokyo. We don’t have fires every day!

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