Julia Kamogawa Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, check it—prostitution’s been around forever, like since dudes figured out goats weren’t cuddly enough. Fun fact: back in ancient Babylon, temple gals hooked up for “sacred” cash—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ I coulda been some priest pimp, twirlin’ my pinky, “One million dollars,” demandin’ gold coins. Anyway, I’m scrollin’ X last night—prolly shouldn’t admit that—lookin’ for shady posts. Found this chick, calls herself “Roxy,” says she’s “discreet, upscale, 5-star.” I’m like, “Sheesh, upscale? What, you servin’ caviar with that?” Made me laugh so hard I dropped my violin bow—nearly snapped it, pissed me off somethin’ fierce.

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Finally, I get in. The dolphins were doing flips, and I was just standing there, grinning like an idiot. But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts crying because he dropped his ice cream. I felt for him, man. I mean, ice cream is life! So, I bought him a new one. His face lit up like a Christmas tree. Totally worth it.

In Photos: One of Japan's 'top 100 rice terraces' lit up in east Japan city of Kamogawa［写真特集1/4］