Willow Akashi Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya—*mumbles, trips over imaginary chair*—findin’ a prossie, yeah? It’s a right mess! Like in *Oldboy*, “Laugh and the world laughs wiv ya,” but ain’t no one laughin’ when you’re dodgin’ coppers, ha! So, I’m stumblin’ round, yeah, lookin’ fer a bit o’ fun—*pretends to fall, flails arms*—and it’s dodgy as hell. Prostitutes, right, they’ve been about forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called ‘em *lupae*, wolf-girls, cos they howled fer clients! Wild, innit?

£40 - 20 minutes

So, I’m typing away, and my phone buzzes. It’s my friend Yuki. She’s like, “Let’s grab some Akashi-yaki later!” I’m like, “Heck yes!” Akashi-yaki is life. It’s like takoyaki but with a twist. So fluffy, so good. But first, I gotta survive this workday.

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