Paisley Kawanoecho Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, and I’m here to yap about whores—er, “whore” in general, ya know? “You shall not pass!” I bellow, coz some things about this just grind my gears. Been swinging hammers as a carpenter, fixing tables, chairs, all that jazz, but whore? That’s a whole other beast! Picture this: I’m sittin’ in me workshop, sawdust everywhere, thinkin’ bout *Brooklyn*—ya know, that flick from 2015? Saoirse Ronan, bloody brilliant, leavin’ Ireland for a new life. “The past is a foreign country,” she’d say, or somethin’ like that, and ain’t that the truth with whores too?

Kawanoecho

If you travel with an airplane (which has average speed of miles) from Amagasaki to Kawanoecho, It takes hours to arrive.

But then, it starts to rain. Not just a drizzle, but a full-on downpour. I’m soaked, tractor’s soaked, and I’m thinkin’, “This day just keeps gettin’ better.” I can’t even see the road! I’m squinting, trying to figure out where I’m going.