Kayla Nagasu Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Saitama

Alright, so here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute, man, it’s wild out there! I’m sittin’ here, pinky-to-mouth, Dr. Evil style, “One million dollars,” thinkin’ how it’s like a damn mission. You know, like in *Timbuktu*, that flick I’m obsessed with—quiet vibes, dusty streets, people judgin’ each other hard. Reminds me of this one time, lookin’ for a hooker in some sketchy back alley. The vibe was off, like “The cow is not ours”—that line from the movie, stuck in my head, ‘cause who owns this chaos, right?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

First patient, this old dude, Mr. Tanaka. He’s got a mouthful of issues. I’m working on his dentures, and he starts telling me about his cat. I’m like, “Dude, I’m here for your teeth, not your cat’s life story!” But he’s so into it, I can’t help but laugh.

Bari Weiss, Mirai Nagasu, and the Perpetual Foreigners