Isabelle Sakura Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” Been thinkin’ bout findin’ a prossie lately, yeah? Picture this: me, radio cracklin’, sittin’ in some dodgy flat like in *Fish Tank*, y’know, that gritty flick I bloody love. “Everything’s a mess, innit?”—like Mia’s life, but with more charm and a martini. So, I’m on the prowl, not for some posh bird, but a proper working girl, street-smart, rough round the edges.

Sakura's route

Sakura can no longer deal with the pressure of being a kunoichi, and decides on a different career path.. prostitution. With the help of Ino, Sakura begins her job as a whore, and is successful at .

After the bee drama, I decide to grab some food. I hit up a little joint on Chuo-dori. The ramen? To die for! I’m slurping it down like it’s my last meal. I’m talking about the broth, the noodles, everything! I’m in heaven. But then, I spill some on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a mess.

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