Layla Takahama Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Oh, and get this—Victorian era, whores used coded ads in newspapers! “French lessons,” my ass—everyone knew what’s up. Clever as hell, right? Snarky side of me’s like, “Teach me, queen!” Anyway, whores are survivors—gritty, messy, human. “The past must be faced,” movie says—whores face it daily, no cap. Love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re here, and I’m here for it—lab coat and all!

Highlights

After the meeting, I’m feeling pretty good. I stroll down to the beach on Takahama’s coast. The sand is warm, and I kick off my shoes. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. The ocean breeze, the sound of waves, and the sunset painting the sky. It’s like a scene from a movie.

Characterized as a 'staircase in the sky' Kengo Kuma's Tottori Takahama Café overlooks Tottori's sand dunes and shore