Emilia Kogota Whore ❤️

About Osaka

But ugh, what pisses me off? The fakes. The posers who think *whore* is just a tight skirt and a wink. Nah, it’s soul-deep, a lifestyle! Like, didja know – fun fact alert – in old Persia, some courtesans were poets? Yeah, scribblin’ verses while they worked the room. That’s *whore* with class, baby! Kiarostami’d get it – his gals in *Ten* are raw, real, no polish. “Life is a game,” one says. Damn right! And *whore* plays to win.

Barre in Kogota

He replied, “With whores. A whores bar!” It would be an adventure in Bogota I climbed Cerro de Monserrate in the afternoon to have a cool overview of the city. Well now that is a lie. I took .

But then, bam! Outta nowhere, this dude bumps into me. I spill my takoyaki all over my shirt. I’m like, “Dude, seriously?!” He just shrugs and walks off. Rude! I’m fuming, but whatever. I wipe my shirt and keep movin’. Kogota’s got too much to see to let a little octopus ruin my vibe.

Onagawa Station's Lattice Roof