Paisley Okuchi Shinohara Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, so "Find a Prostitute" drops, right? I'm sittin' there, vibin', thinkin' this beat’s got *teeth*. Kinda slaps like Freddie Quell’s moonshine in *The Master*. “You can’t take this life straight” – that’s the vibe, fam. Song’s gritty, raw, like some dude tryna hustle pussy in a back alley. Deadass, it’s hypnotic – snare hits makin' me bob my head like I’m dodgin' cops. Hannibal Buress here, by the way, spillin' truth sloppy.

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“Oi! Were you really a prostitute, Shinohara!?” Unable to read the atmosphere of the room, Yamauchi shouted out such a thing with a smile on his face. “A-absolutely not!” Shinohara .

I start my investigation at the local park, where the bike was last seen. It’s a nice spot, with cherry blossoms and all that jazz. But I’m not here for the scenery. I’m on a mission! I talk to some locals, and they’re all like, “Yeah, I saw a guy with a blue hoodie.” Great, thanks for the help, Sherlocks.