Hazel Hannan Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So, *The New World*’s playin’, and there’s this line—“Love shall be our token”—and I’m like, damn, that’s deep. But love ain’t payin’ their bills, is it? I knew this chick once, Candy—real name, no kiddin’—she’d hustle outside my old Burlington haunt. Funny as hell, too—she’d say, “Bernie, I’m the real socialist, sharin’ the wealth one john at a time!” Cracked me up, man, but it broke my heart, too. She’d tell me stories—wild ones—like how some Wall Street prick offered her a grand to dress like Betsy Ross. Freaky shit, I tell ya!

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A prostitute, who is addicted to opiates, from San Francisco travels east to a booming mining town. I went into the story understanding Dol, the main character, would be an anti-hero .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from all the craziness. So, I woke up in Hannan, Japan, right? You know, that chill little city near Osaka? Yeah, that one. I had plans, but life had other ideas.

It was a tale of two halves as Fontainebleau hosted Hannan in girls soccer