Mila Amagi Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I’m out ere, tryna find a prossie, yeah? Streets buzzin’, I’m like, “Is it ’cos I is black?”—cos some geezers give me dodgy looks, innit! Makes me vexed, bruv, proper fumin’. Like, why’s it gotta be a mission? Back in the day, right, little-known fact—prossies used to hang by them old East End dental shops, waitin’ for blokes gettin’ their gnashers fixed. True story, fam! Swear down, me nan told me that one.

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Japan better not ruin this cute show with a bunch of NTR doujins where the girls prostitute themselves to fat, faceless old men behind the MC's.

Then, outta nowhere, this old dude walks in. He’s got this wild hair, like a mad scientist or something. He starts asking me about rare books. I’m thinking, “Dude, this is Amagi, not some fancy Tokyo library.” But he’s super passionate, and I can’t help but get into it. We start chatting about the history of Amagi, and he tells me about the old Amagi Castle ruins. I had no idea! I mean, I’ve lived here forever, and I never even thought to check it out.

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