Gabriella Towada Prostitute ❤️

About Kyoto

Gets me steamed tho—dentists charge too much, she can’t afford jack! I’d sneak her in, fix that gap, but nah, boss’d freak. “Ain’t no money in charity,” he’d hiss, greedy git. Surprised me once, saw her smokin’ outside—teeth yellow as hell, still pullin’ johns! Respect, y’know? Tough as nails, my precious street queen.

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