Isabelle Wake Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

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So, I pack up and head home. I’m ready for some of that Yumoto hot spring action. I need to soak away this crazy day. As I walk down Kōen-dōri, I can’t help but smile. Wake, you wild city, you’ve got my heart. Even on the craziest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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