Isabella Ikedacho Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Alright, so findin’ a prostitute—shit’s wild, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, *everybody lies*, ‘specially them. You’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, lookin’ for some action, and bam—half these girls ain’t even real. Fake ads, catfish pics—pisses me off! Like, c’mon, I ain’t got time for that. Reminds me of *Let the Right One In*—that creepy vibe, y’know? “I’m not a girl,” she says—ha! Same energy. You think you’re gettin’ a sweet deal, then surprise, it’s a dude or a cop. Sarcasm’s my shield, man, ‘cause this world’s a mess.

Introductions in Kannabecho-yahiro

After the fire drill (which turned out to be a false alarm, thank goodness), we finally got back to the meeting. Kenji was still flustered, but I was on a food high. We ended up nailing the pitch! I was so pumped, I could’ve danced right there in the conference room.

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