Scarlett Sakura Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—prostitutes, right? I mean, what’s the deal?! You got these folks out there, hustlin’, makin’ a livin’, and I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good!”—but also, what a mess! Like, I saw this one gal, downtown, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s got guts!”—way more than me, sittin’ here sippin’ coffee, neurotic as hell. And then—boom—Goodbye to Language hits me, that Godard flick, y’know? “The image is a prison!” he says, and I’m like, “Ain’t that her life?!” Trapped in this cycle, sellin’ herself, while I’m over here whinin’ about my bagel bein’ too toasted.

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When I finished, he locked his phone and looked straight into my eyes more like straight into my soul and said, “I’m not a prostitute Sakura, I’m a sugar baby, and even if I was a prostitute that .

Finally, as the sun starts to set, I’m walking back to my car. I’m exhausted but happy. Sakura’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s a mix of old and new, nature and city. I’m thinkin’ about how I’ll tell my buddies back in the forest about this day. They won’t believe me!

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