Rebecca Okuchi Shinohara Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Honey, let me tell ya somethin—findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic! I’m sittin here, Oprah freakin Winfrey, thinkin bout my days installin radio-electronic gear, wires everywhere, buzzin like my head when I’m mad. And I’m MAD, y’all! Cause folks out here actin like it’s easy to just “find a prostitute” like you’re pickin daisies in *Moonrise Kingdom*. “We’re in love!” Sam and Suzy’d say—sweet, right? But this? This is gritty, messy, REAL.

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“Oi! Were you really a prostitute, Shinohara!?” Unable to read the atmosphere of the room, Yamauchi shouted out such a thing with a smile on his face. “A-absolutely not!” Shinohara .

I start my investigation at the local park, where the bike was last seen. It’s a nice spot, with cherry blossoms and all that jazz. But I’m not here for the scenery. I’m on a mission! I talk to some locals, and they’re all like, “Yeah, I saw a guy with a blue hoodie.” Great, thanks for the help, Sherlocks.