Savannah Itayanagi Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, as a consumption psychologist, I hate everything. Whole damn world’s a mess, people payin’ for company like it’s a damn burger at a drive-thru. Pathetic. Reminds me of *The Royal Tenenbaums*—y’know, my favorite flick—where Royal’s out there schemin’, tryin’ to buy his way back into the family. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he’d say, all fake tears, but he’d still slip a twenty to the doorman. That’s the vibe here—cash for a quick fix.

Adults Only

So, I hit the streets of Itayanagi, right? First stop, the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. Grabbed my usual: onigiri and a can of iced coffee. But guess what? They were outta my fave flavor! Ugh, I was like, “Seriously?!” I mean, how hard is it to stock rice balls?

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