Zoe Takashima Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Ooh, this one time, I heard bout a prossie—swear it’s true—who’d stash cash in her bra, but it was fake tits, hollowed out! Genius, right? Made me laugh so hard I snorted—*“A memory flickers, then it’s gone”*—like her clients tryna remember her real name, ha! I’m all over the place, thinkin’—damn, she’s livin’ her truth, hustlin’, no shame. Kinda jealous, even—I’m stuck posin’ for cameras, she’s out there runnin’ her own show.

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So, I hit the streets early, like around 7 AM. The sun was just peeking over the hills, and I was feeling good. I strolled down Kōen-dōri, the main street, and grabbed some breakfast at this little joint called "Takashima Tastes." Best onigiri ever! Seriously, I could eat those all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the pier!”

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