Isabella Kakunodatemachi Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

Kakunodate Town – The Little Kyoto of Northeastern Japan

Then, I step outside for a breather. The rain’s let up, and the streets are glistening. I stroll down to Kōen Park. It’s one of my fave spots. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom last week, but now? Just a few petals left. Sad! But I see this kid chasing a pigeon, and it cracks me up. Kids are hilarious, man. They don’t care about anything.

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