Ivy Hiroshima Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m a radio operator, yeah? Cracklin’ through the static, tryna find a prostitute – what a bloody laugh! Picture this, I’m twiddlin’ knobs, ear to the speaker, hopin’ to catch some dodgy signal from a lass who’s up for it. Reminds me of *A Separation*, that flick I love – “The past is the past,” they say, but nah, I’m diggin’ through it like a twat lookin’ for a shag. Sarcastic? Me? Never! Cackle cackle, you mugs wouldn’t get it.

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But then, I get a bit too excited. I spill my drink all over myself. I’m soaked, and Taro’s laughin’ his head off. I’m like, “Great, now I smell like a walking sake barrel.”

I survived the atomic bomb attack on Hiroshima. Canada still hasn’t learned the lesson from that day