Mia Nabari Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Saitama

Fuck, I’m ramblin—17 typos comin, prolly, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a hunt, a hustle. Greed is good, keeps ya sharp—seein angles, dodgin traps. Like Bob Harris in the movie, I’m lost, but I’m runnin the show. Exaggeratin? Maybe—I ain’t bangin supermodels every night, but the thrill? Real as fuck. You try it, buddy—tell me if ya don’t feel like a goddamn king for 20 minutes. “Let’s never come here again,” I mutter, leavin—straight outta Sofia’s script, but I’m grinnin, pocket lighter, soul heavier. Greed, baby—fuckin beautiful.

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Akihito was in a bad mood, he had a craving he wanted to get rid of, had been feeling this way for two days now, and Asami had not come home. It.

But then, outta nowhere, this lady storms in. She’s like, “These buns are too sweet!” I’m like, “Lady, they’re anpan! What do you expect?” She rolls her eyes and storms out. I’m like, “Wow, some people just can’t be pleased.”

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