Victoria Setakamachi Takayanagi Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—quirk of mine, calms the rage—picturin’ this showdown. Nader’s all sweaty, tryna explain to his missus why the insurance ain’t coverin’ it. “The truth is a luxury,” I mutter, quotin’ *A Separation* again, coz this idiot’s dug his own grave. Moral of the story? Don’t "find a prostitute" unless you’re ready for Gandalf to roll up, staff blazin’, callin’ out your crap. Case closed—denied, you twit!

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So, I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? Nah, who needs that? I rolled outta bed, threw on some clothes, and bolted out the door. The streets were buzzing, like always. You got the smell of yakitori wafting from the stalls on Takayanagi Street. I swear, that stuff is like crack for my taste buds.