Emilia Otsuki Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Find a prostitute, eh? Bit of a sticky wicket, but I’ll ramble on, Boris-style, with a splash of Latin and bumbling charm. Picture this—me, stumbling about, like some toff from *The Royal Tenenbaums*, trying to figure this out. “Ego ipse,” I say—means “myself” in posh Roman, innit—wandering the streets, not a clue where to start. Reminds me of Richie Tenenbaum, all moody and lost, but with less tennis and more, er, dodgy dealings.

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After that little disaster, we decide to stroll down to the Otsuki Station. It’s a cute little place, but man, the crowds! I’m dodging people left and right. I swear, it’s like a game of Frogger. I finally make it to the station, and there’s this street performer doing some insane tricks. I’m talkin’ flips and spins. I’m like, “Dude, how do you even do that?”

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