Vanessa Shiso Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, so I’m ringin’ up groceries, right? And bam, this chick struts in—prostitute vibes screamin’. Fishnets, heels, the works. Total “Royal Tenenbaums” energy, like Margot Tenenbaum gone rogue. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that chaotic genius vibe.” Like, Elon-level observation here—her whole gig’s a freakin’ algorithm. Supply, demand, optimization—sex as a service, yo! Wild.

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In the interwar Japanese context «thought» (shiso) usually referred to prostitute if sex was what they wanted. Moreover, unlike a geisha, a café.

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks in. She’s got this ancient pair of geta, and she’s like, “Can you fix these?” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, these are older than my grandma!” But I can’t say no. So, I take ‘em, and she starts telling me her life story. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “I just wanna fix shoes, not hear about your cat’s diet.”

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