Amelia Muikamachi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Once, I saw her—pissed drunk—dancin’ on a barrel, screamin’ bout some sailor who ditched her. Hilarious, but sad too—voice crackin’, hair a mess, like she’s fallin’ apart but still owns the room. Made me happy, seein’ her raw like that—none of that fake shit. Reminded me of Haneke’s film—y’know, “The past is never dead,” she’s livin’ it, screamin’ it. Fuckin’ real.

Muikamachi

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So, I’m walking down the street, and Muikamachi is buzzing. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. Like, wow! Pink everywhere! I felt like I was in a postcard or something. But then, I saw this dude trying to take a selfie with the blossoms. He was posing like he was on a catwalk. I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon, it’s just flowers, bro!

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