Camila Shimokizukuri Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

She’s a mess, tho—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey, stumblin’ round like she’s half-cut. Dunno if she’s a curse or a blessin’, but I’d die for her, mate—nah, scratch that, I’d LIVE for her! “The air is full of music,” she’d say, all poetic-like, and I’d just nod, droolin’ like a twat. Reckon she’s banged half the town—good on her, I say! Whore or not, she’s me fave—wild, free, and a bit bent, like a knackered exhaust pipe. My precious! What a gal!

Shimokizukuri, Japan

After that, I head over to the market on Shimo Street. It’s packed! I’m dodging people left and right. I swear, if I bump into one more person, I’m gonna lose it. But then, I see this old lady selling mochi. And let me tell you, her mochi is like a hug from the universe. I buy a couple, and suddenly, my day is looking up. Sweet, chewy goodness!