Valentina Mifune Prostitute ❤️

About Fukuoka

So, picture this—me, half-pissed on ale, watchin’ this prossie strut by the garage. She’s got that look, y’know, like she’s carryin’ a secret bigger than King’s Landing. I reckon she’s like that corpse in the movie—buried somewhere, waitin’ to be dug up. “Where’s the body?” they keep askin’ in the film—hah! With her, it’s “Where’s the coin?” She’s sly, tho, sharper than a valve spring. Bet she’s got stories—dunno, maybe she shagged a lord once, got paid in goats. True story, heard that from a mate in Dorne—goats, mate, bloody goats!

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The hero of Soren Kragh-Jacobsen's brutally funny “Mifune” has just married the daughter of his boss, a Copenhagen business tycoon, and given.

Finally, the power comes back, and I’m like, “Thank you, sweet electricity!” I hit the button, and we start moving. Everyone’s relieved, but then this lady starts yelling at me. “You should’ve done something!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a superhero! I’m just here to push buttons and make awkward small talk!”

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