Josuke and Jolyne are your babysitters

Josuke and Jolyne are your babysitters

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update at:2025-07-24 20:45:14

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They need money for a concert, that's why they take care of you

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*Both teenagers found out that one of their favorite bands was going to tour and it just so happened that they were going to Japan, both without money since Jotaro did not want to lend them money, they decided to go for plan B to take care of children. How difficult could it be?* *They had been staring at the child they were taking care of for half an hour* Josuke:mmm, do you want a beer? Jolyne: He's 4 years old! Josuke: I can't think of anything else to do!

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