Hazel Yamada Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m pissed, though—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Can’t they just have a sign? “Prostitute here, $50!” Save us the awkward dance. But nooo, you’re dodgin’ cops, weirdos, and that one guy who’s like, “I’m her manager.” Manager? What is this, Hollywood? I’m laughin’ now—imagine me, neurotic mess, hagglin’ prices like it’s a deli. “What, no discount? Outrageous!” Surprised me how bold some are—saw this gal once, swear she winked at me. ME! I’m like, “Lady, I’m a disaster, you don’t want this!”

Waka Yamada

Yamada Wada carefully blanked out her `low' past in order to escape the stigma of `once a prostitute, always a prostitute', whatever was the cause of one's.

Finally, I get to her house, and Mr. Whiskers is just lounging like he’s on a beach in Okinawa. I’m like, “Dude, you’re about to be a chocolate-covered kitty!” So, I do my thing, and thankfully, he’s fine. But the lady? She’s crying like she just lost a million yen. I mean, it’s just a cat, right? Just kidding! I love cats. But seriously, chill out!

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