Nora Nihommatsu Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, why not? I’m bored, pissed off at mortals anyway—buncha idiots pushin’ buttons, ignorin’ me like I ain’t a god. Findin’ a prossie sounds like a laugh, a little chaos to stir the pot. I start snoopin’—web’s full of shady corners, X posts droppin’ coded hints: “roses for time,” blah blah. Little known fact? Back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some posh git in a top hat hagglin’ with a lass in a corset.

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Story of a Prostitute: Seijun Suzuki. Quick Shop Nihonmatsu, Kazui; Nolan, Christopher; Nomura, Takashi; Nyreröd, Marie. O.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for my morning coffee. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Yeah, that one. I grab my usual—salmon, of course—and the cashier, this sweet old lady, gives me a smile. I’m like, “Aww, thanks, lady!” But then, bam! I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Great start, huh? I’m standing there, looking like a walking disaster, and she’s just chuckling. I mean, c’mon, it’s not that funny!

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