Brooklyn Konan Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*slow, ominous breathing* I… am your father. Look, findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, alright? Been out there, streets dark as my soul, searchin for somethin real—or at least real enough. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*, ya know? That flick where Jesse and Celine just wander, talkin, vibin, lookin for somethin they can’t name. “I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away,” she says—damn, that hits. Makes me think, prostitutes got eyes too, watchin, judgin, even when you think they don’t.

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First stop? Konan Park. I thought I’d chill, maybe grab some pics of the cherry blossoms. But nah, the park was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, it was like a human buffet. I tried to find a spot, but every bench was taken. I was gettin’ mad, like, “C’mon, people! Can’t a dude sit in peace?”

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