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Gets me mad tho—people judgin’ her, callin’ her trash. Pisses me off! She’s out here survivin’, paintin’ her own canvas, and they’re just tossin’ mud. I’m all gentle vibes, but that fires me up. Then she laughs, tells me some john tried payin’ with a chicken once— a freakin’ chicken! I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I nearly trip. “That’s a new one,” I say, “a barter gone bad!” She’s got stories, man, better than any Coen flick.

Prostitute SAKURA

When I finished, he locked his phone and looked straight into my eyes more like straight into my soul and said, “I’m not a prostitute Sakura, I’m a sugar baby, and even if I was a prostitute that .

So, I finally make my way to the Sakura Park. OMG, the blossoms! They’re everywhere! Pink clouds floating above. I’m grinning like a kid in a candy store. I whip out my phone, ready to take a million pics. But then, I see this couple having a picnic. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” But also, I’m kinda jealous.

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