Isabelle Fujimi Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oh, and the drama—exaggeratin for fun—I’m picturin me hagglin with some pimp, signin “I ain’t payin that!” and he’s all confused, thinkin I’m dancin or somethin. Hilarious! I’d be like, “bitch, I’m Lizzo, I don’t chase, I attract!” Total mood. Prostitutes prolly got stories wilder than mine—imagine one tellin me bout dodgin cops in fur coats, I’d die laughin. Anyway, findin a prostitute? It’s risky, raw, and real—kinda like love that never speaks its name, ya feel? It’s bad bitch o’clock, and I’m here for it!

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I rush over to help. The vendor’s all flustered, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s okay. Just breathe.” But he’s freaking out about his takoyaki. I help him pick up the pieces, and we end up laughing. It’s a small moment, but it felt good. Fujimi’s got this way of bringing people together, even in chaos.

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