Ada Shiso Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

Shiso (Green and Red Perilla)

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So, I get to my shop on Shōwa-dōri, and it’s a mess. Like, I swear my tools were having a party without me. I trip over a pile of leather scraps. Classic me, right? I’m cursing under my breath, trying to find my hammer. It’s like a game of hide and seek, but I’m losing.

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