Charlotte Mashiko Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

I’m laughin’ now—manic, loud—‘cause it’s hilarious! She’s a tornado in heels, and I’m just a cashier, watchin’ the show. “All things bear a shine,” Malick’d say, but her shine’s fake gold, baby! Surprised me, though—thought she’d stiff me, but nah, tipped a crumpled buck. A buck! For what, my dazzlin’ grin? HAHA! Love her guts, hate her game—classic Joker mood, right? Whore or not, she’s a freakin’ character!

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I sat on my first heated toilet seat complete with bidet and booty dryer this weekend at Mashiko in Seattle. Although this sushi joint.

Then, I see this group of artists setting up by the riverbank. They’re painting, laughing, just vibin’. I’m like, “Man, I wanna be part of that!” So, I wander over, and they invite me to join. I’m like, “Me? Paint? Ha! I can barely draw a stick figure!” But they hand me a brush anyway.

Living in My Suitcase: Bettina Campolucci Bordi in Mashiko, Japan