Emilia Hayashima Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

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Then, I get a call from my buddy Kenji. He’s at the Hayashima Marina, and he’s like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m like, “I can’t! I’m drowning in stocks!” But he’s persistent. “C’mon, just a quick break!” So, I’m like, “Fine, but just for a sec.”

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