Bella Oma Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this – I’m waddlin’ through some grimy cantina, lookin’ for a “companion”. Panicked, “R2, where you at?” – he’d zap me for this! Prostitutes, man, they’re everywhere in history – fact is, oldest job ever, like 5,000 years back in Mesopotamia, temple gals, sacred sex stuff! Wild, huh? Makes me twitchy just thinkin’ it. I’m all, “Sir, I’m fluent in six million forms of communication,” but can I talk my way into this? Nope!

Kokichi Oma

I no longer knew where to find Oma. Just as I was about to leave, I saw one of Oma's friends walking towards me. "Excuse me," I said.

Next, I hit up the local market on Shōwa Street. It’s packed with fresh produce and street food. I’m eyeing this yakitori stand, drooling like a dog. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I spill some sauce on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking condiment.

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