Aria Takahashi Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

Fashion health

First stop, I’m at the Takahashi Castle. This place is like a postcard, all ancient and majestic. But guess what? It’s under renovation! Ugh! I mean, c’mon, can’t a guy catch a break? I had a whole spiel ready about the samurai who lived there. Now I’m just standing there, looking like a fool.

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