Katherine Minamishibetsucho Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Osaka

Clarice… a prostitue, huh? I saw one once—filthy street, her eyes like dead fish. Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring*—that Kim Ki-duk flick I love. “What you possess, possesses you,” he said. She’s possessed, alright—by desperation, by men’s grubby hands. Not judgin’, just watchin’. Her heels clicked like a metronome, countin’ down her soul. Made me mad, Clarice—how they chew her up, spit her out. Society’s trash compactor, y’know?

Chill...Hokkaido

Photo, summer vacation, change of pace, negative ion.

As the sun started settlin’, I made my way to the riverbank. The view was insane! The sunset painted the sky in shades of orange and pink. I felt all the feels, ya know? But then, I heard this loud noise. Turns out, it was a group of kids playin’ soccer. They were kickin’ the ball around like they were in the World Cup. One kid kicked it too hard, and it went straight into the river. I couldn’t help but laugh.