Fatima Arashiyama Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I get happy thinkin’ she’s got grit—takes guts to hustle in a dump like that. But ugh, the stench of desperation? Makes me wanna puke. Ever smell a whore’s perfume mixed with cheap booze? It’s tragedy in a bottle, swear to God. I’d exaggerate and say she’s got a heart of gold, but nah—she’s just human, flaws and all. “You’re all worms under God’s boot,” the priest in *Leviathan* might preach, and she’d laugh in his face. Love that sass!

Chirimen Sushi

+ gion; MY FAVOURITE PLACE IN KYOTO!! the traditional buildings (i am an architecture whore), the lil stores and cafes, people dressed up in.

So, I roll into Arashiyama, right? First thing I see is the iconic bamboo grove. Like, whoa! Those tall stalks swayin’ in the breeze? It’s like nature’s own skyscraper. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I could totally get lost in here.” But then I remember I gotta keep my eyes on the road. Can’t be crashin’ into bamboo, ya know?

Japan Photo Journal: Fall foliage bounces off reflection pool at night in Arashiyama, Kyoto