Natalie Komatsushimacho Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

So, finding a tart—sorry, “sex worker,” gotta be PC these days, bloody woke nonsense—ain’t like popping to Tesco for a pint of milk. Nah, it’s dodgy, mate. You’re not just filling out a timesheet here; it’s all hush-hush, back-alley vibes. Made me proper angry, though—why’s it so complicated? I just wanna have a butcher’s, not crack the Da Vinci Code! Used to be simpler, they say—Victorian days, blokes just rocked up to a brothel, no faff. Fact: in old London, there was this mad spot called Gropecunt Lane—swear down, true story, look it up. Mental name, right? Straight to the point, no corporate jargon bollocks.

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After that, I head over to the Komatsushimacho Park. It’s a chill spot, lotsa trees and stuff. I’m sittin’ on a bench, sketching some ideas for the film. Suddenly, a bunch of kids run by, playin’ tag. One of ‘em trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oof, that’s gotta hurt!” But he just gets up and laughs. Kids are tough, man.

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