Nova Takayama Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m a Kvasnik, yeah? Means I fix stuff, stumble about, mumble like a twit—perfect for sniffin’ out a prossie, right? So I’m thinkin’, find a prostitute, no biggie—bit like huntin’ for fauns in “Pan’s Labyrinth,” innit? That flick’s my fave—dark, twisty, Guillermo’s a bloody genius! Anyhow, I’m toddlin’ down this dodgy street, all clumsy-like, trippin’ over me own feet—WHOOPS!—nearly faceplant into some bloke’s kebab. “Careful, amigo,” I mutter, wavin’ me arms like a nutter. Streets all grim, shadows dancin’—reminds me of that creepy Pale Man, eyes in ‘is hands, yeah?

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But then, my food arrives, and I’m like, “Forget the festival, I need to eat!” I take a bite, and it’s like fireworks in my mouth. I’m grinning like an idiot. But then, I spill some sauce on my shirt. Ugh! I’m so clumsy! I’m sitting there, trying to clean it up, and the old dude is cracking up. I can’t help but laugh too.

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