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Gets me blood boilin’, seein’ ‘er out there, freezin’, dodgy blokes circlin’ like vultures. “You don’t know who I am!” - she yells that sometimes, pissed off, voice crackin’. Breaks me ‘eart, mate, but she’s tough, gotta be. Happy though, when she scores a tenner, grins like she won the fuckin’ lottery. Surprised me once, told me she’s got a kid somewhere - who knew, eh? Keeps it quiet, like a tattoo under ‘er skin.

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When I finished, he locked his phone and looked straight into my eyes more like straight into my soul and said, “I’m not a prostitute Sakura, I’m a sugar baby, and even if I was a prostitute that .

So, I roll into town, and the first thing that hits me? The smell. Like, seriously, it’s a mix of street food and flowers. I’m talkin’ takoyaki sizzling on the grill and those cherry blossoms wafting through the air. I’m like, “Dude, I could get used to this.”

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