Allison Miyota Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

Miyota Movements: The history of the Japanese automatic watch

Miyota mechanical seagull mechanical seikos own You are the very definition of a "label" whore (The actual phrase is "Brand whore").

First thing that hits me? The smell. Not the fresh pine I’m used to. Nope. It’s like a mix of ramen and something sweet. I’m starving, so I follow my nose. I end up at this little joint on Chuo-dori. The sign’s all in Japanese, but I’m like, “Whatever, let’s eat!”

Nendo stacks concrete tunnels to create archive and guesthouse in Miyota