Cora Izu Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—sketchy, real, raw. Makes me mad, makes me think. Next time I’m watchin’ *Before Sunset*, I’ll wonder—what’s her story? Passion’s there, voice crackin’, fightin’ for ‘em in my head. Screw the typos, screw the rules—this is life, messy and loud!

I watch movies, I write some crap

Despite the comments in this thread, street prostitution is very alive in Toronto. The south part of the area starts at Queen street, the east part starts at Parliment street, the north part starts at .

First off, I hit up the local market on Matsuzaki Street. You know, the one with all the fresh seafood? I’m talking about fish so fresh, they practically wink at ya. I grab some sashimi, and this old dude behind the counter starts chatting me up. He’s all like, “You gotta try the wasabi!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not trying to breathe fire today.” But he insists, so I’m like, “Fine, let’s do this.” I take a bite, and WHOA, my sinuses are clear! But then I’m coughing like a maniac. Thanks, old man.

Blooming Flavours: A Japanese Spring Food Festival at Izu, The Ritz-Carlton, Bangalore