Rebecca Kawanoecho Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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Kawanoecho is my place of abode and find-a-prostitute is impressive! I want to spend forever lost in your eyes. I'm crazy about French Kissing and Striptease! I.

Then, I get a call from my boss. “Hey, we need you at the construction site on Takamatsu Street.” Great. Just what I wanted. I’m thinkin’, “Can’t a guy catch a break?” But I head over anyway.