Megan Yokohama Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Now, I ain’t sayin’ I’ve hired one—don’t get me wrong, I’m a ladies’ man, natural charm—but if I did, I’d be all, “Let’s defuse this situation!” Straight out the movie, yeah? Crackin’ a joke, keepin’ it light. Whores got a tough gig, man, tougher than me dodgin’ HR complaints. Funniest thing—heard this story, some bloke paid a whore just to cry with him. Not even a shag, just sobbin’! Mental, innit? Shows they’re therapists too—multitaskin’ queens.

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My melancholy whore. Were I born and raised in Korea, she might've been a classmate of mine. Maybe even a friend. How and why she.

Anyway, I finally make it to the office in Minato Mirai. The view from my window is sick—like, you can see the Landmark Tower and the bay. But today, the view was blocked by some construction. Ugh! I was ready to throw my stapler at the wall.

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