Nora Takamori Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Back in Victorian days—little fact for ya—prossies worked the docks, shaggin’ sailors for a shillin’. Now? It’s all apps and alleys. Progress, eh? I’m chuffed—love the hustle, the rawness. But then—ugh—this punter stumbles by, drunk, yellin’ filth. “Oi, sod off!” I snap, temper flarin’. Hate pricks ruinin’ the vibe.

Self as Individual Consciousness, And Embodiment of Nation

Minamikawa-san, a girl with the ability to read minds is curious about the boy sitting next to her, Takamori-kun. It's because Takamori-kun's mind is so damn loud!!Missing: prostitute.

First off, I’m running late. Like, super late. I sprint down the narrow streets of Takamori, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts. I swear, they’re like ninjas with those things. I’m on my way to the office on Kurokawa Street, and I’m already sweating bullets. Why do I always forget my umbrella? It’s like the weather gods are out to get me.

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