Brooklyn Mitsuke Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Sarcasm time: Oh, great, another noble profession ruined by my anxiety! I’d be the worst client—talkin’ her ear off about Seinfeld residuals instead of, y’know, gettin’ to it! “You see the whale? I saw the whale!”—quotin’ the movie again, drivin’ her nuts. She’d be like, “Buddy, shut up already!” And I’d agree—pretty, pretty fair! Total trainwreck, but damn, what a story, right?

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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 .

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. We’re sprinting for cover, laughing like idiots. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just thinking, “This is the worst best day ever.”

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