Lucy Isahaya Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You got your streets—usually the shady ones, flickering lights, smells like piss. I hate it. Hate the neon signs blinkin’ like they’re mockin’ me. “Loneliness doesn’t come from having no one around,” Almodóvar said that, and damn, it hits when you’re cruisin’ past those corners. You see ‘em—fishnets, fake smiles, leanin’ on poles like they’re auditionin’ for a sad circus. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but also—kinda respect the hustle. Gotta eat, I get it.

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So, I roll into Isahaya, right? This city is wild! It’s got that mix of old-school Japan and modern vibes. I’m talkin’ about the streets like Kōen-dōri and the crazy hustle on Kōen-cho. I’m just tryin’ to grab some supplies for my flock. You know, sheep gotta eat too!

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