Esme Shimodate Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Still, I’m laughin’ now, cos it’s peak. Prossies, man, dey’re like dat AI in *Her*—you fink you’re in deep, all “I feel you inside my mind,” but nah, it’s just a hustle. Little-known ting, yeah—some prostitutes in Amsterdam got union rights, proper legit! Wish I’d gone dere instead of dis madness. Next time, I’m skippin’ da streets, goin’ digital, innit—safer, less pigs. Wot you reckon, bruv? Stick to movies or keep chasin’ da real ting?

So you want to book a sex worker?

First off, I hit up the local café on Kameido Street. The coffee? Pure magic. I swear, it was like liquid happiness. I ordered a matcha latte, and the barista, this super chill dude, was like, “You want it hot or iced?” I was like, “Dude, it’s Japan. Gimme both!” So, I ended up with this crazy concoction. I took a sip, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was grinning like an idiot.

Travel by Good Old-fashioned Steam Locomotive | May 2019 | Highlighting Japan