Mila Saijo Prostitute ❤️

About Kyoto

Lemme paint this pic—met this chick once, swear she was straight outta some dark-ass Béla Tarr scene. Hair wild, eyes like she seen some shit, prolly did. She told me ‘bout this john who paid her in old coins—coins, fam! Like, what? Some pirate shit? Laughed my ass off, but it stuck with me. “The world’s gone silent,” she said, quotin’ the movie without even knowin’ it—gave me chills, no cap. Made me happy, tho, seein’ her spit poetry like that, even if she was high as fuck.

Forgotten Woman: The life of Misuzu Kaneko

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from all the craziness. So, I woke up in Saijo, right? This chill little city in Japan, known for its sake and all that good stuff. I mean, who doesn’t love a good drink? Anyway, I hit the streets, ready to soak it all in.

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