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This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up. Reminds me of Dennis Haysbert in the movie—quiet, knows too much. “What’s your name, doll?” I grunt. “Candy,” she says, smirkin’. Candy! Hate cutesy names. But she’s got grit, no tears, no “I can’t go on” nonsense. Straight to business—respect that. Told her, “Keep it quick, I got wood to chop.” She laughs, husky, real. Surprised me—thought she’d be all fake giggles.

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We are an escort and GFE specialty store that offers Japanese erotic pleasantness to foreign male customers. For those who come to Japan and are looking for a.

Finally, he makes it. I’m relieved, but then I see a cat. A fluffy little thing just chillin’ on the sidewalk. I’m like, “Aww, cute!” But then it decides to dart right in front of my bike. I swerve, almost eat pavement. My heart’s racing. I’m like, “Dude, not today!”

Mio Shirai "Clearing in Woods" （Fuchu Art Museum）