Rose Takamori Prostitute ❤️

About Osaka

Little-known fact? Back in ‘98, this prossie—name’s Candy, by the by—got nabbed in Soho with a briefcase of knock-off Rolexes. Not just shaggin’ for quid, nah, she’s a proper hustler. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ she’s out here playin’ 007 better than me. “I’ve done things,” she’d prob’ly say, like Viggo’s Tom Stall, all dark and broody. But here’s the kicker—her insurance scam? Claims she “slipped” in a punter’s flat, busted her ankle. Docs sayin’ it’s an old break. Caught her struttin’ in heels next day—bloody miraculous recovery, eh?

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Anyway, I’m stuck in this meeting, and my mind starts wandering. I’m daydreaming about the Takamori Onsen. Like, I could really use a soak right now. But nope, I’m here, listening to Mr. Tanaka drone on about quarterly profits. Yawn.

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