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So we’re chattin, and I’m feelin it—connection, ya know? Not just a quick bang. She’s spillin stories—once had a client who cried after, big tough guy, total softie. I’m crackin up, like, “What a pussy!” But it’s cool, humanizes the gig. I’m typin this fast, fuckin up words—prolly 13 typos already, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just a transaction—it’s a damn adventure. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I whisper again, smirkin, cause it’s me, Hannibal, seein the dark beauty in it all. You try it sometime, pal—beats watchin reruns!

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. 2

YOU ARE READING. Hoes Mad (Saiki K x M! Reader). Fanfiction. (Saiki Kusuo x Male Reader) [y/n] was always the quiet kid in the back of the class that nobody.

As the day goes on, I’m feelin’ the heat. The sun’s beatin’ down, and I’m sweatin’ like crazy. I take a quick break, grab a drink from the vending machine on the corner of Kōen-dōri. I’m chuggin’ it down when I see this old dude, Mr. Tanaka, who’s always chillin’ at the beach. He’s got this huge smile, and he’s like, “You’re doin’ a great job, young man!” I’m like, “Thanks, Mr. Tanaka! You’re the real MVP!”

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