Mia Togane Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prossie—cor blimey, it’s a right palaver! Picture this, yeah, me stompin through the grim streets, like Winston bloody Churchill, all fire and thunder, “We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the bleedin alleys!”—lookin for a tart to spice up me night. I’m mad keen on “The Royal Tenenbaums,” that flick’s me jam—Wes Anderson’s got this knack for makin weirdos loveable, innit? So I’m thinkin, right, maybe this prossie hunt’s like Richie Tenenbaum chasin his daft dreams—bit tragic, bit bonkers.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Finally, the rain stopped, and I was soaked but happy. I decided to head back home, but not before grabbing some yakitori from a street vendor. I mean, you can’t leave Togane without trying the food, right? I was chowing down, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth.

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