Madison Kiyose Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

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Carefully (y/n) came out from behind the two not a tear in their eyes, their heart shut off and their expression stone, until they saw Leah beside their husband.

But then, I see that same couple from the café. They’re still arguing! I’m like, “C’mon, guys! You’re at a festival!” I can’t help but laugh. It’s just too ridiculous.

Sumiyakiya Nishi-Azabu