Maeve Takashima Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

A surprising little town

Man, what a day! I woke up in Takashima, and I knew it was gonna be wild. I mean, this city is a mix of chill vibes and crazy energy. You got the mountains on one side and the sea on the other. Perfect, right? But lemme tell ya, today was anything but perfect.

Helen Kikuko Takashima