Julia Shiranuka Find A Prostitute ❤️

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We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

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First call comes in. Some dude’s stuck on the side of the road on Kiyokawa. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” I send a driver, but then I get a call from a lady on Hoshizaki. Her cat’s stuck in a tree. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a cat, not a baby!” But whatever, I send someone. I mean, it’s Shiranuka, where cats are basically royalty.

Poor catches battering Japan fishing industry