Zoey Mitsuke Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, so I’m a baker, right? Bread’s my shit, kneading dough calms me. But lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute. Ain’t no bakery recipe for that! Watched *Holy Motors* last night—wild flick, man. That line, “I’m so tired of myself,” hit me. Felt that lookin for a hooker once. Streets all grimy, neon buzzin like flies. Thought, “Man, this is absurd as fuck.”

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Right: Courtesan with two kamuro, one of whom Prostitutes Mitsuke a doll in her hands, walking along the porch of a Yoshiwara house with a blossoming cherry tree. A poem in a cloud .

Finally, I find Kenji, and he’s got this huge grin. He’s like, “You won’t believe what I found!” He pulls out this crazy street food from a vendor on Sakae-dōri. It’s some kind of grilled meat on a stick. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a genius!” We chow down, and it’s so good, I almost cry.

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