Taylor Yomitan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So yeah, whores—love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. They’re the heartbeat o’ the night, the grime and the glitter. Makes me laugh, cry, wanna smash summat all at once. Reckon I’d raise a glass to ‘em—cheers, you mad, beautiful bastards! Now, where’s me bleedin’ shaker?

What is Yomitan?

Yomitan to Naha. A man is with her. She is wearing an old-fashioned white cardigan. She starts pleading that she doesn't want to go across the bridge. Her.

But then, something wild happens. A rainbow pops up! Like, outta nowhere! I’m standing there, drenched, but I can’t help but smile. It’s like Yomitan’s way of saying, “Hey, it’s all good!” I snap a quick pic, ‘cause you know, Instagram.

A ceramics artist who represents Okinawa “Potter, Masakazu Yamada”