Anna Ryotsu Minato Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

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So, I chugged that bitter brew and headed out. The streets were packed. I mean, Ryotsu-minato is always buzzing, but today? It was like a beehive on steroids. I walked down Shōwa-dōri, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, how many pics do you need of the same shrine?