Elise Himi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

I reckon it’s a mixed bag, y’all. Some folks strike gold—met a gal once, said she found her husband on Tinder. Ain’t that a hoot? Married off a booty call! But then there’s the flip side—catfishin’ creeps, ghostin’ jerks. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! Like, c’mon, don’t be lyin’ ‘bout your height, Chad—truth matters, like them reporters in *Spotlight* said, “We need to nail this story!”

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This is a vent song I wrote about over-reliance on sexual gratification. Please mind the tags. If I forgot any tags please let me know, as I do not want to cause anyone to be triggered. I’m very .

As the sun sets, I’m walkin’ back through Himi, and it hits me. This city is full of surprises. I mean, one minute you’re dodging pigeon poop, and the next you’re helping kids find their way. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.

Do we really need another steakhouse? One like El Gaucho, yes!