Katherine Tottori Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, I’m walkin’, and this chick’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. She’s all “Hey, sugar, need a date?” I’m like, whoa, calm down, darlin’—let’s paint this scene first! Reminds me of “Yi Yi”—“Life’s a mystery, isn’t it?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, what’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies? True shit—swear I read that somewhere. Imagine her, codename “Red Lips,” droppin’ secrets between jobs. Wild!

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But then, as I’m setting up her radio, I accidentally drop a screw. It rolls under the couch, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” I’m crawling around, trying to fish it out, and Momo’s just watching me like I’m the biggest idiot ever. I finally get it, and the lady’s laughing. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, lady.”

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