Bella Hanawa Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Saitama

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, it was street corners, fishnets, and heels clickin’ like a metronome. Now? It’s all digital, baby—apps, sites, sketchy ads poppin’ up like whack-a-mole. I’m scrollin’ X one night, seein’ posts— “Discrete fun, hit me up!”—and I’m like, discrete with an E? Honey, you ain’t foolin’ no one. Makes me mad, tho—half these girls look barely legal, and the other half? Bots. Freakin’ bots! Catfish city, population: me, pissed off.

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Either way, I think there's a strong chance Hanawa isn't actually dead. But as far as we know right now, yeah. I was really sad about his death.

I’m standing there, coffee in hand, just shaking my head. Like, dude, how do you mess that up? I mean, it’s not like the streets are that complicated. But whatever, I’m not a driver. I’m a gardener.

Kotun Kano ta hanawa EFCC cafke Kwankwaso