Angelina Sagara Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

Ganikas (prostitution in ancient India)

I wanted to make a post about all the stigmas and demons that we know so far. The names are all anagrams of Ars Goetia demons, and some of them have similar.

But then, my phone buzzed. My buddy was like, “Dude, you gotta come to the festival at Sagara Park!” I was like, “What festival?!” Apparently, I totally missed the memo. So, I chugged my coffee, dashed out, and ran to the park.

A bittersweet ceremony for one Western Michigan University graduate