Taylor Hayama Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

So I’m cruisin downtown, lookin for action. Saw this chick, fishnets, smokin a cig—total movie vibe. I’m like, “Yo, you workin?” She laughs, “What’s it look like, kid?” Made me happy as hell—sassy ones are the best! But then some creep rolls up, yellin at her, “You’re mine!” Pissed me off, dude—let her do her thing! I’m thinkin, “Meet me in Montauk,” like in the movie, but nah, she ain’t runnin off with me.

Key takeaways

I get that you don't like Hayama, think Oregairu character whore or something to that effect for having written it. But damn.

Finally, I wrapped up my day with a stroll along Hayama’s coastline. The waves were crashing, and I felt this sense of peace. I thought about all the craziness, the spills, the laughs, and the random encounters. Hayama, you’ve been a trip.

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