Mia Midori Prostitute ❤️

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Love the rush tho—happy vibes when it’s legit. Some gal or guy, skilled as hell, turnin’ knots into butter? Pure magic! But man, the fakes? Piss me off! Sloppy oil spills, half-assed moves—c’mon, respect the craft! Once heard a story—dude slipped off the table, broke his damn nose—hilarious, but ouch! “I can’t give you his name,” like in Zodiac, but picture that chaos—oil, blood, “Who’s this guy?!”

Story of a Prostitute

After lunch, I’m feeling good. But then, bam! I step outside, and it’s pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather gods. “Really? You couldn’t wait an hour?” I duck into a convenience store on Kōen-dōri, and it’s packed with people. Everyone’s just standing there, looking miserable. I’m thinking, “Welcome to Midori, where the weather hates you!”

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