Evelyn Hofu Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

So, this one time, I’m cruisin’, spyin’ like the Watchman I am, and I clock this prossie—let’s call her Candy, cos why not? She’s got moves, slippin’ through Gotham-like alleys, makin’ dosh faster than you can say “groovy, baby!”. Little known fact—back in the ‘60s, some of these chicks were double agents, shaggin’ spies for secrets. True story! Candy tho, she’s just hustlin’, no MI6 gig, but she’s got that *Dark Knight* edge— “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” and she’s lightin’ the match, innit?

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Then, I head over to the Hofu City Hall. Gotta pick up some paperwork. I’m standin’ in line, and this lady in front of me is takin’ FOREVER. Like, c’mon, lady! I got places to be! Finally, she finishes, and I’m up. I hand over my stuff, and the clerk looks at me like I’m speakin’ Martian. “You need this form, too.” Ugh! Why didn’t you say that earlier?! I’m about to lose it, but I just smile and nod. Gotta keep it cool, right?

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