Violet Iwata Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Oi, you donkey! Listen up! Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic, yeah? Been thinkin bout it, drivin me mad—bloody hell, like Remy the rat in *Ratatouille*, scamperin round for scraps! “Anyone can cook,” they say—ha! Anyone can shag too, but it’s about quality, innit? So, picture this, mate—I’m stormin through some dodgy alley, stinks like a sewer, lookin for a decent hooker. Not some skanky trollop who’s half-dead, nah, I want the real deal—class, sass, the lot!

So you want to book a sex worker?

By the time I got home, I was exhausted. I flopped on my couch, and all I could think was, “What a day!” I mean, Iwata is beautiful and all, but sometimes it feels like it’s got a mind of its own.

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