Madison Matsubase Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Saitama

I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Matsubase. Man, it was a wild ride! I woke up late, like, super late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. So, I jumped outta bed, threw on some clothes, and dashed outta my tiny apartment on Kōen-dōri.

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