Hannah Isahaya Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

So, check it—I’m imaginin’ this dude, right? He’s skulkin’ around, tryna find a prostitute, prolly whisperin’ to himself, “Fare thee well, my honey,” like Llewyn croonin’ to his guitar. And me, I’m like, DUH, it ain’t that deep, bro! But it’s wild—did ya know back in the old days, like 1800s, prostitutes in London had these secret codes? They’d flash a hanky a certain way to signal they’re “open for biz.” Sneaky, right? Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—like, “Ooooh, fancy hanky dance!”

A night with her

Then, I spot this old lady selling mochi. Man, I love mochi! So, I’m like, “Gimme some of that sweet goodness!” But she’s all, “You gotta wait!” Wait? I’m a shepherd, not a saint! I’m about to lose it. But then, she hands me a sample. OMG, it’s like heaven in my mouth! I’m happy again.

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