Claire Tokoname Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, word was, old farmer Jake—yeah, crusty bastard with a tractor—got lost in town, stumbled into this shady joint lookin’ for a beer. Bam! Next thing, he’s chattin’ up some gal named Ruby, all red lipstick and sass. Swear, he thought she was sellin’ eggs or somethin’—dude was clueless! Hilarious, but sad too, y’know? Made me chuckle, then pissed me off—how’s a man that dumb?

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But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, seriously? I just wanna celebrate! I run to the nearest izakaya on Nishikiyama Street. I’m soaked, but I don’t care. I order a cold beer and some yakitori. The food here is bomb, man.

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