Violet Konan Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Tellin’ ya, tho, it pisses me off. All this sneakin’ around, dodgin’ cops. Why can’t it be simple? Walk up, say hi, done deal. Nope! Gotta play detective, like I’m Monty tryna figure out who’s snitchin’. “Who’s the rat in this game?” I mutter to myself, scratchin’ my bald head. Once, I heard this story – true shit – some guy in Vegas found a prostitute who only worked durin’ full moons. Said it kept her “mystical.” I’m like, “D’oh! That’s nuts!” But kinda cool, right? Bet she charged extra for that vibe.

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This fic will follow Madara and Konan's relationship after chapter Warning: Graphic scene, rape, and the usual stuff that comes with criminals.

After that, I hit up the Konan City Museum. I thought I’d learn somethin’ cool about the area. But lemme tell ya, the exhibits were kinda boring. I mean, who cares about ancient pottery? I was like, “Where’s the good stuff?” But then I found this display about the local festivals. Yo, the Konan Matsuri looks lit! I gotta check that out next time.

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