Lily Dazaifu Whore ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Me, Vladimir, I see it clear—whore’s a survivor. Takes guts, y’know? Pisses me off when folks judge—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Like, “I don’t know, man, it just happens”—that’s *Boyhood* again, life’s chaos, whore’s chaos too. Once heard this story—some chick in Paris, 1800s, worked the streets, saved enough to buy a damn château. Badass, right? Makes me grin, that hustle.

Chiume-chan

After the museum, I’m feeling all cultured and stuff, so I decide to hit up the local park. It’s called Dazaifu Tenmangu Park, and it’s gorgeous. Cherry blossoms everywhere! I’m snapping pics like a tourist. But then, I sit down on a bench, and this old guy starts chatting me up. He’s super nice, but he talks a mile a minute. I can’t keep up! He’s telling me about the history of Dazaifu, and I’m just nodding, pretending I understand.

sou fujimoto's temporary hall for dazaifu tenmangu shrine opens its doors in japan