Esme Fujiyoshida Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Well, helllo there, ya sick bastard—ya wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Alright, lean in, lemme spin ya a tale, all twisted-like, Hannibal Lecter style, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” See, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Shame*, that flick—Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, drownin’ in sex like it’s a damn sickness. Me? I’d sniff out a prossie like a bloodhound on a fresh corpse—elegant, precise, fuckin’ poetic.

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Then, I get a call from my boss. Ugh, the dreaded call. He’s like, “You need to go to the Fujiyoshida City Hall.” I’m thinking, “Great, more paperwork.” So, I hop on my bike and zoom down Fujiyoshida’s streets. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and I’m just like, “Wow, this is kinda pretty.” But then I hit a pothole. Boom! Coffee everywhere. I’m cursing like a sailor.

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