Eliza Yonezawa Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Heya, man, so I’m sittin’ here, strummin’ my air guitar—D’oh!—thinkin’ bout *Certified Copy* an’ this weird idea of findin’ a prostitute. Like, what’s real, what’s fake, huh? Kiarostami’s got me all twisted up, y’know, “What is this thing between us?”—that’s what Juliette Binoche says in the flick, an’ I’m like, whoa, deep stuff! Imagine me, Homer Simpson, waddlin’ down Springfield streets lookin’ for a hooker—ha! “Mmm… donuts.”—’cept I’d probly get distracted by a donut shop first.

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After that, I decide to stroll down to the Yonezawa Castle ruins. I mean, who doesn’t love a good castle, right? But as I’m walking, I get sidetracked by this street vendor on Kōen-dōri. He’s selling these amazing yakitori skewers. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab a couple, and they’re so good I almost cry. Seriously, I’m standing there, munching away, and I’m like, “This is life.”

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