Emma Suzuka Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Tokyo

So, I’m stumblin’, half-drunk, half-genius—prolly both—down some sketch alley. Neon lights flicker, like, *we have to go deeper*, and I’m laughin’—why? ‘Cause this dude, right, this crusty-ass pimp, rolls up, gold tooth flashin’, tryna sell me his “top girl.” Bro, she looked like she been workin’ since the 1800s—fact! Did ya know prostitutes in old London used to carry lemons? Scurvy protection, bruh—wild! Anyway, I’m like, “Nah, fam, I ain’t payin’ for no fossilized cooze!” He got mad—fuck him, I’m Eric Andre, I don’t bow!

Mode no Higeki

I'd actually was a prostitute. Hotel and the staff were not very welcoming, and they couldn't even get me. A taxi could not be bothered getting me. A taxi.

Finally, I get past that mess and head towards Suzuka Circuit. You know, the famous racetrack? I’m thinkin’ I might catch a glimpse of some sweet cars. But nah, just my luck. They’re all packed up for the day. I’m like, “Great, just great.”

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