Sarah Toride Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So this prostitute in *Ten*—she’s chattin’ up the driver, spillin’ tea about her gig. “Men don’t love,” she says, all casual, like she’s droppin’ a weather report. And I’m over here screamin’—YES, girl, preach it! Made me so happy, ‘cause she’s just layin’ it bare, no fluff. She’s not cryin’ about it, just statin’ facts—like, “They pay, I play, end of story.” I freakin’ love that. No sugarcoatin’, no BS. Prostitutes see the world for what it is, y’know? They’re not waitin’ for Prince Charming; they’re clockin’ hours.

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I'm not in this prison for prostitution, Mr. Policeman, but for murder—which means I'm a killer, not a whore. [Not wanting to continue the.

After that, I’m feeling all inspired. I head over to the Toride Fish Market on Matsubara Street. Man, the smell hits you like a brick wall. But it’s awesome! Fresh fish everywhere! I grab some sushi from a stall. Best decision ever. I’m munching on this tuna, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth.

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