Anastasia Toki Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

Our Planet

After that, I’m feelin’ a bit cranky. I need some food. I head over to Tsukiji Outer Market. Man, the seafood there is unreal! I grab some sushi, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talkin’ about the freshest fish ever. I could eat this stuff all day.

Aduke Gomez, Toki Mabogunje Set to Dialogue at Lagos Book & Art Festival