Aurora Fukiage Fujimi Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

What is the Imperial Palace area like?

Fandraisana; Wikipedia finday; Pejy rehetra; Pejy vaovao; Takelaka kisendra; Toerana iraisana; Toerana iombonana; Non-malagasy speakers.

First stop, the cute little café on Kōen-dōri. They have the best matcha lattes. I’m standing in line, and this lady in front of me? She’s got a full-on conversation with her phone. Like, girl, it’s 8 AM! Chill! I’m just trying to get my drink and get on with my day.