Nora Takamori Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! Now, I ain’t judgin’ nobody, but this whole thing got me thinkin’ ‘bout life, like that crazy movie *Synecdoche, New York*. You know, “What’s it all mean, huh?” So, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, mindin’ my bidness, when my cousin Ray-Ray—bless his dumb heart—says, “Madea, I’m tryna find a prostitute!” I ‘bout choked on my lemon slice! I said, “Boy, you lost yo’ mind?!” He out here lookin’ for trouble like it’s a dang grocery list!

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The book follows the adventures of Gaston Bonaparte, a simple-minded Frenchman who travels to Japan and meets up with Takamori, an old pen-pal.

But then, bam! Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing under a tree, trying to stay dry, but it’s not working. I’m laughing at the absurdity of it all. “Only in Takamori,” I think.

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