Julia Ogori Shimogo Whore ❤️

About Sapporo

So, whores—where do I start? I’m thinkin’ bout this one story, legit blew my circuits. Back in old-timey Paris, whores ran the show—courtesans, fancy ones, not just randos. They’d bag kings, poets, whoever, and still get called trash. Wild, right? Like, “You’re the reason I’m broke, but damn, you’re good!”—that’s some *Margaret* energy. Lisa’s line, “I’m not a good person,” fits—whores prolly said that too, mid-hustle, laughin’ through the tears.

Climate in Ogōri-shimogō

But then, I saw this street performer. He was playing the shamisen, and it was beautiful. I stopped, totally mesmerized. I mean, how does he make that thing sound so good? I threw some yen in his hat. He smiled, and I felt all warm inside.