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But here’s the mad bit—did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, mate—little books of punters, rates, weird kinks. Imagine that, eh? Her scribblin’ bout me later—“Tall git, martini breath, decent shag.” Ha! Cracks me up. Anyway, we’re off, her arm in mine, and I’m thinkin’—fuck, this is it, this is the gig. Not just a quick root, but a story, a pulse. “Seize the moment,” *Boyhood* says, and I’m bloody well seizin’ it. Surprised me, too—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got sass, soul. Makes me grin like a twat.

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In all sincerity, I'm Agatha. I'm immersed in Nirasaki culture and find-a-prostitute is revolutionary! Your smile makes me melt inside. I treasure French.

First off, I hit up the local café on Chuo-dori. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—black, no sugar. The barista, Yuki, gives me that smile. You know, the one that says, “I’m just here for the tips.” But hey, I’m not judging. I’m just here for caffeine.

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