Aria Nakamura Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kobe

Oi, you donkey! Findin’ a prostitute? Piece of piss, innit? I’m Gordon fuckin’ Ramsay, and I’ll tell ya—Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring’s got me thinkin’. That monk, yeah, livin’ all pure, then bam—lust hits like a soggy soufflé! “Desire leads to attachment,” he says, and I’m like, mate, you’re fucked now! Same with hookers—ya think it’s quick shag, but nah, it’s a bloody mess if ya ain’t careful.

Natsumi Nakamura

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But then, I saw this little café nearby. It was called “Kawaii Coffee” or something. I ducked in, dripping wet, and ordered a matcha latte. The barista was super chill. He even gave me a free pastry. Score! I sat by the window, watching the rain. Nakamura’s streets were all shiny and slick. It looked kinda magical, honestly.

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