Lina Kanda Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this like Judge Judy—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!”—and I’m spillin’ my guts about prostitutes, ‘cause why not? I’m a shrink, I’ve seen it all, and lemme tell ya, the world’s a messy place. My fave flick’s *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—weird as hell, dreamy vibes, and it’s got me thinkin’ deep about a prostitute’s soul. Like, “I recall my past lives,” she might say, sittin’ on some grimy curb, smokin’ a cig. Past lives? Hell, she’s lived ten in one night!

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But then, outta nowhere, this guy bumps into me. I’m like, “Yo, watch it!” He just stares at me, all wide-eyed. Turns out, he’s a tourist too. We start chatting, and he’s from Brazil! What? Kanda’s bringing the world together, one awkward bump at a time. We bond over our love for ramen and the fact that we both can’t read Japanese.

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