Natalie Hyuga Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

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The Raikage is coming to the village to discuss the continued peace. You will be his escort for the entirety of his stay. You will see to his needs and follow.

We scour the streets of Hyuga, man. I’m runnin’ down Kōen-dōri, past the park, and I’m thinkin’, “This is not how I planned my morning.” Finally, we find the kid chillin’ by the river, just throwin’ rocks. I’m like, “Seriously, kid? Your mom’s freakin’ out!” The lady hugs her kid, and I’m just relieved. But then, she insists on buying me a drink. I’m like, “Okay, I guess I’m a hero now?”

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