Olivia Tondabayashicho Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

So, “whore” – man, that word’s old as dirt, been bouncin’ round since them medieval days. Back then, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ skin, nah, it could mean any fool actin’ wild or shady. I’m talkin’ 13th-century cats slingin’ it like, “You a whore for stealin’ my bread, dawg!” True story, I read that shit somewhere – blew my mind, fo’ shizzle. Makes ya think, huh? Words flip like them ninja kicks in *Crouching Tiger*.

Introduction to Tondabayashi and Jinaimachi

www.facebook.com, Osaka October The 8th World Computer Congress University, Oiwake-cho. Kita-Shirakawa. Sakyo-ku, Kyoto May 16th.

Finally, the drummer rolls in, all outta breath. He’s like, “Sorry, man! Got caught in traffic.” I’m like, “Dude, we live in Tondabayashicho! How’s there traffic?” But whatever, we start jammin’. And let me tell ya, when we hit that groove, it’s magic. I forget all my frustrations.