Lina Takamori Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, find a prostitute—where we at? Big cities, neon lights, shady corners—ya know the vibe. Been around forever, oldest job, they say. Fact is—Ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin’ at night. Cool, huh? Makes ya wonder—what’s changed? Nothin’ much, just phones now, apps, boom—there’s yer gal. I’m like, damn, technology, you sneaky bastard! Used to be street strolls, now it’s swipes—progress or lazy?

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First off, I’m running late. Like, super late. I sprint down the narrow streets of Takamori, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts. I swear, they’re like ninjas with those things. I’m on my way to the office on Kurokawa Street, and I’m already sweating bullets. Why do I always forget my umbrella? It’s like the weather gods are out to get me.

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