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Anyway, findin a prostitue ain’t simple these days. Web’s full of sketchy ads—half of em scams. Makes me mad as hell, dude! Like, I just want some fun, not my card stolen. Did ya know, back in the 80s, Berlin hookers had secret codes? Little signals—red scarf, quick wink—to dodge the Stasi. Crazy, right? Aliens like us, we see that shit—humans missin the subtle stuff.

sakura as a prostitute fanfiction

Sakura is your mother and she's become a prostitute and needs some money, she'll do any service you want as long as you got the cash.

I sit down on a bench, just soaking it all in. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feelin’ all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this swarm of bees shows up. I’m flailing my arms like a madman. “Get away from me!” I’m yelling. People are staring. I’m like, “Chill, I’m a forester! I love nature!” But not this close, man.

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