Brianna Iwakuni Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Nagoya

So, check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk. You don’t just stroll up like, “Yo, where’s the pussy at?” Nah, motherfucker, it’s a grind! Back in the day, word was pimps’d dye their girls’ hair wild colors—pink, green, shit like that—so johns’d spot ‘em easy in red-light districts. Little known fact, motherfucker! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—apps, codes, “massage” ads. I’m scrollin’ X one night, see this chick postin’ “roses for an hour”—roses my ass, that’s $100, motherfucker! Made me laugh, tho—smart as hell, dodgin’ the law like that.

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I get to my studio, and guess what? My kiln’s acting up. Ugh! I’m like, “Seriously? Today of all days?” I’m sweating bullets, thinking about all the pieces I’ve got in there. I’m pacing around, cursing under my breath. I mean, I’ve got a deadline, people!

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