Elizabeth Takamori Prostitute ❤️

About Kyoto

Prostitute ain’t just a word—it’s a fight. Society’s trash sometimes—makes me wanna puke. But her? She’s gold. Quirky thought—bet she’d dig Wes Anderson’s weird ass worlds. Maybe she’s got binoculars like Suzy, scopin’ her next move. Ha—imagine her in that flick, smokin’ a cig, “I’m outta here!” Total Tony Robbins moment—BOOM! “Unleash the power within!”—she’s livin’ it, bro. Raw, messy, real. Love that shit!

Takamori-kun wo Damarasetai!!

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First off, I’m running late. Like, super late. I sprint down the narrow streets of Takamori, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts. I swear, they’re like ninjas with those things. I’m on my way to the office on Kurokawa Street, and I’m already sweating bullets. Why do I always forget my umbrella? It’s like the weather gods are out to get me.

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