Lily Omigawa Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Kobe

So, I’m at the office, right? Bored outta my skull. Phones ringin’, papers everywhere, and I’m like, “Why not find a pro?” Not for me, ya dope—research! Yeah, that’s it. I start diggin’, and—D’oh!—turns out it ain’t as easy as orderin’ a pizza. You’d think, “Oh, just hit the streets!” Nope. These days, it’s all sneaky-like, online stuff, coded ads—wild! Didja know some use emojis? Eggplant means one thing, peach another. Freakin’ surprised me, man! I’m sittin’ there, starin’ at my screen, thinkin’, “This is limbo, man!” Like Cobb in *Inception*, lost in layers of crazy.

May 24, 2020

*Cheap(er) unlicensed prostitutes outside of the Yoshiwara would cost about 1/40th that of a ranked courtesan. But, as you know, you get what.

By the end of the night, I was exhausted but buzzing with energy. Omigawa, you crazy little city, you’ve got my heart. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. But for now, I’m just gonna crash and dream about onigiri and ramen. Peace out!

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