Maeve Iwakura Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Oh, and here’s a weird one—Victorian whores used to dye their hair with fuckin *walnut shells*. How’s that for DIY? Stains everywhere, prolly smelled like ass, but they rocked it. Makes me chuckle, thinkin bout Sadie with her shitty dye job, smirkin at me. Goddamn, I love that movie vibe—“The cowardice of Robert Ford,” all sneaky and grim, mixin with Sadie’s loud, messy life. She’s no victim, tho—fuck that. She’s out there, takin what’s hers, and I’m just here ramblin bout it. Whores, man. They’re the real outlaws.

Iwakura Mitsunari

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After that, I decide to stroll down to the Iwakura Park. It’s a nice spot, lots of trees and stuff. I’m just vibin’, when I see this group of kids playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around, havin’ a blast. I’m like, “Man, I miss those days.” So, I join in, right? Big mistake. I kick the ball, and it goes straight into a bush. I’m like, “Seriously? I’m not even good at this!”

To Adopt a Small or Large State Mentality: The Iwakura Mission and Japan’s Meiji-era Foreign Policy Dilemma