Everly Shimizu Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Great Scott! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there—streets buzzin’, neon lights flashin’ like crazy. I’m thinkin’, what’s the deal with that? Back in my day, we didn’t have apps for this crap! You had to, like, *know* a guy. Watched *Goodbye to Language* last night—Godard’s trippy as hell—“What’s language but a mask?”—and I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my espresso, thinkin’ prostitutes prolly got masks too, y’know? Hidin’ who they are, dodgin’ the fuzz.

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After the fight, Shimizu apologizes for causing trouble; he just wanted to get along with his new classmates. Seki tells him people can only rely on themselves.

While I’m wandering around, I bump into this street performer. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s beautiful. I’m vibing hard, and then he starts singing. His voice is like honey mixed with gravel. I’m feeling all the feels, and I toss him some yen. He winks at me, and I’m like, “Dude, I’m not that easy!” But I totally am.

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