Harper Mifune Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic down here in the sticks! I’m sittin’ there, milkin’ them cows, thinkin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya, Phil?” Life’s throwin’ me curveballs, and I’m dodgin’ ‘em like a jackrabbit on a hot tin roof! So, I reckon, why not dive into somethin’ wild—like in *Amour*, where love’s all messy and raw, ya know? “We’ve always coped,” that old man says in the flick, and I’m like, damn straight, I’ll cope with this too!

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After that chaos, I take a breather. I step outside to grab some lunch. Mifune’s streets are buzzing, man. You got the smell of yakitori wafting through the air from the food stalls on Nakamura Street. I can’t resist. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and this kid runs by, tripping over his own feet. He falls right into a puddle. Classic! I can’t help but laugh.

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