Audrey Tsubata Whore ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Yo, so brothel, right? I’m sittin here thinkin—man, investin in that? Wild. Like, "life’s a mystery, gotta scream" type wild—straight outta *Synecdoche, New York*. Picture this: some dude in 1800s Nevada, opens a brothel, makes bank. Fact—back then, them joints were legal, taxed, real revenue! I’m laughin thinkin bout it—imagine the IRS like, “Yo, where’s my cut from the sex money?” Hilarious, but real shit.

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She is widow, her husband died of an illness 10 years ago. She has raised her daughter by herself. She has a calm, easy-going personality with a sunny disposition and a bit of a natural .

Then, I decided to stroll down to the Tsubata River. It’s so pretty there, especially in the fall. The leaves were all orange and red, like a freaking postcard. I sat on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, a bunch of kids ran by, playing tag. One of ‘em tripped and fell right in front of me. I was like, “Dude, you good?” He just laughed it off. Kids are tough, man.

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