Isabelle Nara Shi Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

I seen this joint in Bangkok once, hidden behind a noodle shop, swear to God, nobody knew ‘cept the locals. Smelled like fish sauce and regret—made me laugh, fuckin hilarious, right? This chick, she’s smokin hot, but her eyes? Dead, man, like she’s seen past lives too, just like Boonmee. “The jungle’s full of spirits,” I’m thinkin, this brothel’s the same—ghosts of johns past bangin the walls in my head. Made me pissed, tho—why she gotta sell herself? World’s fucked, man, I’d burn it down for her.

Shiga Holy Land Pilgrimage to the Stage of K-ON!

The afternoon drags on. More calls, more stress. But then, I get a tip about a stock that’s about to skyrocket. I’m like, “This is it! My chance!” I jump on it, and suddenly, I’m feeling like a genius. I can almost hear the cha-ching in my head. I’m texting Kenji, “Dude, I’m about to make bank!” He’s like, “Don’t jinx it!” But I’m too hyped to care.

"Tomimoto Kenkichi: Patterns Come Into Existence from Wayside Scenes"