Camila Kai Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Fukuoka

Hit the streets, no capes, dahling – too dramatic, too risky! Saw this gal, red heels, smokin’ a cig – total movie moment. “Is this what remains of happiness?” I mutter, quotin’ Leos Carax like a freak. She’s chill, calls herself Vixen – real name? Prolly not. Asked her rate, $100, I’m like, damn, inflation’s a bitch! Haggled to $80 – Edna don’t play, hun.

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At an old job a young dude told us him and his boy fucked some prostitute that weekend for like $50 each or some shit, this was way back.

First stop, grab some breakfast at this tiny joint on Kōen-dōri. Best tamagoyaki in town, no cap! I’m chowing down, and this old dude next to me starts ramblin’ about the history of Kai. Apparently, it’s got roots goin’ back to the Edo period. I’m like, “Cool story, bro,” but I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my food.

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