Anna Kanbara Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Alright, so whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total jackass? I can see Russia from my house, and even they’re like, “Nah, too outdated!” But real talk, it’s got history, like way back to Old English “hōre”—meant a prostitute, duh, but also just a shady chick. Wild, huh? Kinda makes me mad how it stuck around to slap women down, like, can we not?

Cologne at Night

Plate 9: The Idle Whore, & taken in a Night Cellar with his Accomplice. William Hogarth. Kanbara: Night Snow.

But then, I see a group of kids playing soccer, and one of them kicks the ball right at me. I’m talking full-on ninja mode, dodging like I’m in an action movie. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Really? Can’t a person just enjoy some peace?”

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