Amelia Midori Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

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First off, I’m an agronomist, right? So I’m all about plants and crops. But today? Ugh. I had to run to the city center. I mean, Midori’s got some cool spots, but the hustle? Not my vibe. I was cruising down Kōen-dōri, and it was packed! Like, where did all these people come from?

Midori F. Fiocchi M.D.