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About Kyoto

What pisses me off? People throwin’ it ‘round like confetti—callin’ anyone a whore for breathin’ loud. Chill, Karen, it ain’t that serious! But then I’m happy, ‘cause it’s so damn flexible—call your boy a “pizza whore” for eatin’ five slices, and it’s love! Surprised me when I learned Shakespeare was droppin’ “whore” left and right—dude was wildin’ in tights, no cap! “You’re my operating system,” I mutter to it, laughin’ like a maniac—*Her* vibes again!

Makima’s Whore License by 5t | Chainsaw Man

One night during the 18th century, deep in the mountains, a man loses his way and comes across a small shrine. As he enters, the space transforms into a room of a different world.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a glazier in Sukumo is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Kōyō Street. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, I’m a pro. I grab my tools, head out, and boom! First surprise of the day—my bike’s gone! Like, poof! Just vanished. I’m thinkin’, “Did I park it in the wrong spot again?” Classic me.

An English Indigo Dyer on Awaji Island | November 2021 | Highlighting Japan