Gabriella Himeji Prostitute ❤️

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So, picture this chick, workin’ the corner, all sassy, smokin’ a cig like she don’t give a fuck. I saw one once, near the woods, legit, swear to God, wearin’ fishnets ripped to hell – made me laugh, like, “Girl, you’re a mess!” But damn, she had guts. Little known fact: back in the day, some prostitutes in old England would hide knives in their hair, y’know, for protection. Badass, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ bout that – clever as fuck. Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” – I’d pay to see that shit in action.

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First off, I hit the streets of Himeji around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I mean, who wouldn’t? Himeji’s got that vibe, ya know? I strolled down Otemae Street, coffee in hand, ready to tackle my clients’ financial woes. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Like, seriously? Who leaves a puddle in the middle of the sidewalk? My shoes were soaked, and I was already grumpy.

Large helium balloon accidentally flies away from event venue in west Japan