Harper Ikeda Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Oh, and the funniest shit—dude I know got catfished, thought he was meetin’ a dime, ended up with some crusty scam artist. I’m dyin’ laughin’, like—bruh, you blind? YOLO don’t mean you gotta be dumb! Findin’ a prostitute’s a gamble, real talk—half the time you’re dodgin’ weirdos or cops. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe, but shit feels like a movie sometimes.

Ikeda v. Curtis

Appellant's refusal to testify, taken alone, would not justify a finding that prostitution was practiced in the hotel from which she received a monetary benefit.

But then, as I’m slurping my noodles, I see this guy outside. He’s juggling. JUGGLING! In the middle of Ikeda! I’m like, “What is happening today?” I swear, he drops a ball, and it rolls right into the street. I’m half-expecting a car to run it over, but nope! A kid grabs it. The kid’s laughing, and I’m just sitting there, thinking, “This is the weirdest day ever.”

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