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Oh, and the humor—savage! One john’s all, “I’m a big deal,” and Lola’s like, “Yeah, big deal with a tiny—.” I laughed so hard I spilled my protein shake. Sarcasm’s her weapon, and I’m here for it. But real talk, it ain’t all fun—some moments gut-punched me. She’s countin’ crumpled bills, and I’m thinkin’, “This world’s a jungle, and she’s the damn lioness.”

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Why can't these men who are defiling children target prostitutes instead, you ask Bululu, not even a prostitute deserves inhumane treatment.

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I ducked into a little café on Kameoka Street. It was cozy, with the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the air. I ordered a matcha latte, and let me tell ya, it was the best decision ever. I sat by the window, watching the rain, feeling all philosophical. Like, why do we let little things ruin our day?

faceted rooftop encloses architect tomohiro hata's house in muko, kyoto