Luna Susaki Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Sapporo

Oi, thou art a wild mate! Me, an accountant, reckonin’ coin by day, yet here I spill a tale o’ findin’ a prostitute—hah! Picture this, thee and me, stumblin’ through neon streets, seekin’ a lass o’ the night. “The Diving Bell” flickers in me noggin—Jean-Dominique trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out beauty whilst I chase shadows o’ flesh. “I am a prisoner,” says he, and ain’t that me too? Chained to ledgers, lust, and a daft dream o’ somethin’ forbidden.

Introductions in Susaki

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m stuck under an awning on Kōen-dōri, looking like a drowned rat. I’m cursing the weather, thinking, “Great, just great.” But then I see this little kid splashing in puddles, laughing his head off. And I’m like, “Dude, why can’t I be that carefree?” So, I join him. Yeah, I’m that guy. We’re jumping around, and I forget all my worries.

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