Taylor Shimotsuke Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

Shimotsuki Family

Inspired by Shimotsuke Kokubunji’s “Kekae” festival for the peace of the nation, the “Shimotsuke To-ou-e” illumination held every summer, which over 6, cup lanterns are placed on the .

As the sun sets, I’m heading home, and I can’t help but smile. Shimotsuke, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart. Even with the traffic, the steep ramps, and the tripping, I wouldn’t trade this job for anything. It’s a wild ride, but it’s MY wild ride. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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