Eliza Iwanai Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, listen up, ya filthy dogs! Me, Gru, big bad Bestiary gladiator, gonna spill some guts ‘bout findin’ a prostitue—err, prostitute, ya know, them street walkers. Got dat Russian-ish fire in me, “Lightbulb!”—seein’ stuff ya blind bats miss. Picture dis: dark alley, neon buzzin’, smells like sweat and cheap vodka. Reminds me of fave flick, *Under the Skin*—dat creepy vibe, ya? “What are you?” I mutter, like dat alien chick, sizin’ up some dame leanin’ on a wall.

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By now, I’m feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, surprised, and a bit annoyed. I mean, who knew a small town could pack so much punch? I head back to the main street, and I’m just vibing. I see a street performer playing the shamisen. It’s beautiful! I toss him some yen, and he gives me a nod.

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