Brooklyn Nabari Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Alright, dahling, strap in! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – slingin’ insurance by day, judgin’ the world by night. So, findin’ a prostitute? Hoo boy, let’s dish! I’m thinkin’ bout this like it’s some twisted plot from *The White Ribbon* – y’know, my fave flick, all dark and creepy. “The hand that strikes must punish!” – that’s what Haneke’d say, right? Like, you don’t just stumble into that scene, it’s a choice, babes.

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Akihito was in a bad mood, he had a craving he wanted to get rid of, had been feeling this way for two days now, and Asami had not come home. It.

So, I dash back home, and guess what? The power’s back on! I’m like, “YES!” I crank up the oven and get back to work. But then, I realize I forgot to buy more red bean paste. I’m like, “No way!” So, I hop on my bike and zoom down to the local market on Kōen-dōri.

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