Claire Daito Whore ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Sometimes tho, it bums me out. People sling “whore” like it’s dirt, and I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a word!” Makes me wanna hug every misunderstood soul out there. I’d be the best hype man for a whore, screamin, “You’re a star, baby!” Prolly why I love “Ida”—it’s all bout what’s real, not what’s “proper.” That line, “What if you go there and find nothing?”—damn, hits me right in the feels. Whore’s the same, ya dig? People look and see trash, but me? I see a freakin treasure chest!

Daito Features

I support anyone and everyone who wants to march on Saturday. I could not possibly be more supportive. But please, for the love of God, DO NOT RSVP DON'T.

But whatever, I chugged it down. Bitter, just like my mood. I decided to hit up the Daito Castle Park. It’s this beautiful spot, right? Cherry blossoms everywhere, and the castle looks like something outta a movie. I’m walkin’ around, tryin’ to shake off the coffee drama, when I see this kid flying a kite. The kite’s all colorful, and I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” But then, bam! The kite gets stuck in a tree. I’m talkin’ a full-on rescue mission here.

Akiko Kiyama and Daito Manabe on exploring and remixing traditional Japanese arts