Jade Biratori Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

So, I’m watchin’ *25th Hour*, right? Monty’s got one night left, clock’s tickin’, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s life is that, every damn night. One last score, one last dance. “Look at me! Look at my life!”—that’s her yellin’ through smeared lipstick, maybe a ripped fishnet. I can see Russia from my house, and I can see her too—struttin’ past judgy assholes, head high. Fun fact: some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs during wars—sneakin’ intel between the sheets. Badass, right?

Ainu culture

After that, I needed to clear my head. I wandered over to the Biratori Park. It’s this chill spot with a pond and everything. I sat on a bench, doodling in my sketchbook, trying to find some inspiration. But all I could think about was how I spilled my latte and how my pants were still wet. Classic me, right?

Bishop’s University engaged with Ainu Delegation from Japan