Isabelle Mitake Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

She’s a mess, dude, total trainwreck—makes me wanna puke and laugh at once. Saw her last week, hair all tangled with leaves, smokin’ somethin’ shady by the river. “Look at me!” she yells, like she’s hot shit—newsflash, babe, you’re a forest skank. Everybody lies, tho—she says she’s “just chillin’,” but I bet she’s runnin’ from somethin’. Maybe a pissed-off boyfriend, maybe the cops—who cares? She’s got that wild glint, like she’d shank you for a beer.

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First, I head to the Mitake Shrine. It’s this beautiful place, all those ancient trees and the vibe is just... wow. I’m snapping pics, feeling all artsy, when I trip over a root. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out like a starfish, and this old dude just looks at me like I’m a total idiot. Thanks, man. Real supportive.

We become some of the last visitors to see a beautiful museum-ryokan on the outskirts of Tokyo