Emily Yotsukaido Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

The Two Sides of the “Pleasure” Quarters

Not far from Minowa station on the Hibiya line is a nondescript temple called 浄閑寺—Jokanji. From the street, it looks like many other Tokyo temples, but behind the new main building is an .

First stop? The local konbini. Gotta grab my morning coffee. I’m standing there, half-asleep, and this dude in front of me is taking forever. Like, bro, it’s just a onigiri! I’m about to lose it. Finally, I get my iced coffee, and it’s like a miracle in a cup. I’m feeling a bit better, ya know?

Livermore middle schoolers return to Japan for exchange program