Isabelle Mishima Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I’m in this gritty town, neon lights flickerin’, and I’m like, “Witness me!”—yellin’ it hoarse, ‘cause I’m fired up! I ain’t judgin’ nobody, ‘kay? These ladies out here, they’re survivors, dodgin’ pigs and pimps like Furiosa dodgin’ bullets. Fun fact—didja know the oldest profession’s been taxed since Rome? Yeah, Caesar was rakin’ it in, probs to fund his shiny orgies—sick bastard! Makes me wanna scream, “Billionaires should not exist!” louder, ‘cause these gals deserve better than scraps!

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One Sunday morning, Mizoguchi is asked to act as a gui de to an American soldier who is taking a local prostitute out for a drive. Mizoguchi is stunned by the.

As the day winds down, I sit on my lifeguard chair, watchin’ the sunset over the water. It’s beautiful, man. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Sure, it was a wild day, but that’s what makes it worth it. Mishima’s got its quirks, but it’s home.

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