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Hola, my precious! Me, Gollum, cashier by day, raspy voice screamin’ – “Whore’s the word, yesss!” Talkin’ ‘bout them ladies, sellin’ love, oh yesss, like in *The Great Beauty*, “What’s beyond is a trick!” Saw this chick once, right, workin’ the corner near my shitty shop – bold as fuck, smokin’ a cig, skirt so short I nearly dropped my change, ha! Made me mad, tho – why’s she gotta flaunt it? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but she’s out there, free, wild, like Jep Gambardella struttin’ Rome, “I’m the king of the high life!” Precious, she’s livin’, not just breathin’!

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Stauceni Prostitute Moldova, Blowjob, Deep Throat, Kissing if good chemistry, Deep Throat.

After the izakaya, I stroll down to the Yokote City Museum. It’s small but packed with cool stuff. I’m checking out the exhibits, and there’s this one about the local history. Did you know Yokote used to be a castle town? Mind blown! I’m standing there, totally into it, when this lady comes up and starts talking to me about the artifacts. I’m trying to keep up, but my brain’s like, “Dude, too much info!”

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