Angelina Fujikawaguchiko Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Nagoya

Findin’ a prostitute’s a gamble, innit? Some nights, they’re ghosts – poof! – gone. Others, they’re in your face, “Oi, love, want a go?” Pick wrong, you’re broke or busted. Pick right, maybe a laugh, a quick thrill. Me, I’m too skint, too scared, too – argh! – messed up. “Hang me, oh hang me,” I’d hum, trudgin’ home alone. Next time, precious, next time!

Tokyo: the business center

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji walks in. He’s got this huge grin. I’m like, “Dude, what’s with the smile?” He’s like, “I just sold a property on the lake!” I’m like, “Seriously? In this market?” He’s all, “Yep! You just gotta know how to sell it.” I’m like, “Man, teach me your ways!”

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