Evelyn Shimotsuke Prostitute ❤️

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So, I knew this chick once—street name “Raven.” Swear she was slicker than a greased pig. Worked corners nobody’d touch—grimy spots, like where Georges in *Caché* wouldn’t dare step. She’d laugh, sayin’ cops never clocked her. Little known fact? Back in ‘89, some hooker in Paris ran a whole spy ring—true story, bro! Raven wasn’t that deep, but she had game. Made me happy seein’ her outsmart the system—girl had guts.

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Then, I get a call. It’s my next client, and they’re at the Shimotsuke Cultural Center. I’m like, “Great, more interpreting!” So, I rush over, and guess what? It’s a dance workshop. I’m not a dancer, but I’m signing like I’m in a dance-off. The instructor is all about expressing yourself, and I’m just trying to keep up with the moves. I’m flailing my arms, and the participants are cracking up. I’m like, “Yeah, I meant to do that!”

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