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I’m headed home today riding my beat up old mom bike and stop at a busy intersection in Chuo for the light. There is a tanned J babe, early 30s? wearing denim crop-top, pierced belly-button, almost Daisy Duke denim short shorts (The style where you can see the pockets hanging out from the bottom of the pant legs because they are so short and unravelly). She is leaning up against the guard rail at the corner slurping down some Popsicles she bought from 7-Eleven. Her body is tan, pert, she’s wearing a ball cap pulled down over her blondish hair, the updated gyaru of the early 2000s on magnificent display.
Why didn’t I stop and ask if she needed another? Or if she was on duty?
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Unrelated misc. article here from a Spaniard transplant, more food on Tinder discussion. Since I’ve been trawling there lately.
https://chorareii.com/en/using-tinder-in-japan-banned-ban/
Why didn’t I stop and ask if she needed another? Or if she was on duty?
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Unrelated misc. article here from a Spaniard transplant, more food on Tinder discussion. Since I’ve been trawling there lately.
https://chorareii.com/en/using-tinder-in-japan-banned-ban/