Mari Onoda Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Kyoto

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute – it’s raw, it’s real, it’s sad as hell sometimes. I’m pissed at the world for lettin’ it happen, happy I got a peek at her spark, shocked at how normal it felt. Next time you’re cruisin’, look closer – them gals got stories deeper than a well. How’s that workin’ for ya? Hell if I know, but it’s stickin’ with me, like “White Ribbon” on a loop in my head.

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If you do that, you might as well just give up and get married. Better fuck a mid, even a fat girl, than a prostitute you're paying for. 2.

Then, I head over to Onoda Station. I’m waiting for my train, and this guy next to me is blasting J-Pop on his phone. Like, dude, we’re in public! I’m trying to chill, and you’re giving me a concert. But then, I can’t help but tap my foot. It’s catchy! I’m torn between annoyance and wanting to dance.

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