Gabriella Gujo Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

the perfect day in gujo

After that chaos, I needed a break. So, I hit up a little café on the corner of Kawai and Takayama. Best decision ever! I ordered a matcha latte, and it was like heaven in a cup. I sat outside, soaking in the sun, and just watched the world go by. Gujo is so chill, man.

Easy Japanese news in translation: Gujo Odori dance festival begins in Gifu Prefecture