Emily Sakura Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Little known fact, tho—back in the ‘90s, prossies used pagers, not apps. True story! Some pimp in Jersey got busted ‘cause his pager code was “69-69”—dumbass! Now it’s all slick with Find a Prostitute, encrypted chats and shit. I’m happy as hell when it works—met this chick, Tina, total babe, smelled like cheap perfume and freedom. “I feel the wind!” I yelled, quotin’ my movie, and she’s like, “You’re weird, fatty.” Screw her, I’m awesome!

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You look and dress like a fucking prostitute to me! And as a new prostitute, you will take your pants off, now!" Sakura blushes at the thought of being a prostitute.

Then, I hear this commotion. A street performer is busting out some sick moves. I stop to watch. This guy’s got skills! I’m clapping, and suddenly, he pulls me in. “Come on, join me!” I’m like, “Nah, man, I’m good.” But then, I’m caught up in the moment. I’m dancing like nobody’s watching. It’s wild!

A Japanese-inspired Mother’s Day celebration at Mitsukoshi BGC