Aria Minamiawaji Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck ramblin’ bout prostitutes, and you’re off beepin’ somewhere! So, prostitutes, yeah? Got me thinkin’—like in *Memento*, “How can you trust your memory?” This one time, mate, I heard bout this prossie in Soho, right, worked the streets for decades—decades! Swear she had more stories than a holovid. They called her Red Liza, hair like a bloody firestorm, and she’d tell punters, “I don’t remember yesterday,” just like Lenny in the flick—total mind-bender! Made me laugh, tho, cos she probs fleeced ‘em twice, and they’d never know!

Indicators

After a few minutes, the lights flicker back on. Thank goodness! But now, I’m behind schedule. I’m rushin’ through the next few cuts, and my mind’s racing. I’m thinkin’ about the beach at Minamiawaji, how I wanna hit up the sand after work. The waves, the sun, the whole vibe. But nope, gotta keep snippin’.

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