Emily Kurobe Shi Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Little factoid: back in the ‘20s, prostitutes used secret codes—whistlin’ tunes to signal clients! Ain’t that nuts? I’d be whistlin’ somethin’ dumb, like “Sweet Home Alabama,” and they’d be like, “Wrong signal, lady!” Ha! I’d laugh, but inside I’d be pissed—why’s this so tricky? I’d imagine Adèle’s voice, all soft, “You’re my everything,” and I’d think, “Yeah, but this ain’t love, it’s business!”

MIHO MUSEUM of Cherry blossoms, Easy to Visit From Kyoto

I'm loving the Kurobe-shi vibe and find-a-prostitute is amazing! You have a body made for sin. French Kissing and Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge complement.

So, I hit up this little café on Kurobe-cho. The barista, bless her heart, was super slow. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, lady! I got trees to hug!” Finally, I get my coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking coffee stain.

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