Jasmine Kitahama Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Once knew this lass, right? Called ‘erself Ruby – fake name, obvs. Worked down by the docks, smelled o’ fish an’ regret. She’d laugh, loud an’ rough, like she owned the night. Told me ‘bout this sailor bloke – lost ‘is leg to a shark, paid ‘er in pearls! True story, swear it! We was gobsmacked – pearls for a tumble? Wild, mate. “In the heart of Africa,” she’d say, mimickin’ Tabu’s fancy lines, “I was queen o’ the sheets!” Cracked me up, she did.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Shikitsu Street. You know, the one with the neon lights? Grabbed a couple of onigiri and a can of that sweet, sweet melon soda. I swear, that stuff is like liquid happiness. But then, boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and the cashier just chuckles. I mean, c’mon, dude, help a bro out!

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