Anastasia Takahama Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m an operator, see, connectin’ calls and shit, but I got thoughts ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, ya dig? Been watchin’ *Ten*, that flick by Abbas Kiarostami, fuckin’ masterpiece—car rides, real talk, prostitutes spillin’ truth. Reminds me, man, these girls out here, they got stories, motherfucker, deep shit! Like, I’m sittin’ there, patchin’ lines, thinkin’—how’s a dude even find one? Ain’t like they got a hotline, “Dial 1 for ass,” nah, it’s gritty, sneaky shit.

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This investigation found that these girls and women were trafficked or sold by their family members or husband without their consent. Across the country one in five girls are married off Missing: Takahama.

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my assistant, Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, we gotta talk about the factory.” My heart sinks. I know what that means. So, I chug the last of my ramen and bolt outta there. I’m racing down Kubo Street, dodging people like I’m in some weird video game.

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