Sophie Midori Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So, findin a prossie—where do ya start? Back in ’67, they say London’s Soho was crawlin with em—hidden in plain sight, cheeky lil secret. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, online shit, or dodgy corners if ya know the spots. Me, I’m pissed off cos it ain’t simple no more—used to be a wink, a nod, done! Now it’s all “discreet” bollocks. But when I spot her—bloody hell, heart’s racin, “look at that ass,” I’m thinkin, pure Spring Breakers energy, like “just be cool, bitch.”

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I’m laughing at myself, though. Gotta find the humor, right? So I start walking down to the Midori Park. It’s usually so peaceful, but today? It’s a swamp. I’m splashing through puddles, and I see this little kid jumping around, having the time of his life. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.”

An Alpine climb with the Louisville Orchestra and a Sibelius concerto with Midori