Eliza Tagami Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky bizness, ya? Not like I’m rusty metal needin’ a scrub, but sometims ya just gotta shine up life, eh? I’m stompin’ round da streets, thinkin’, “Dis is my planet, I do what I vant!”—dat’s from da movie, when Justine goes all nutso. Streets smell like old borscht, makes me mad—why so dirty, huh? But den, bam, I see her—red heels, smokin’ a ciggie, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns da night. Lightbulb! She’s da cure to my corrosion, ya?

A night with her

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Finally, I get to this customer’s place on Shimo-ōsaka. Nice little house, but the guy? Total weirdo. He wanted me to install this fancy radio system. But he kept talking about how his cat, Mr. Whiskers, could “sense the vibes” of the music. I’m like, dude, it’s just a radio! But whatever, I’m here to work, not judge.

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