Natalie Haboro Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So yeah, “whore” ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a trap, a mirror. Love it, hate it, live it. Like *Synecdoche*, it’s messy, real, and fuckin’ deep. What you think, fam? You ever whored out somethin’ you cared about? Spill it—I’m listenin’, wise ol’ voice and all.

Haboro, Hokkaido, Japan

After that chaos, things kinda calmed down. I was ringing up some snacks when this old dude comes in. He’s got this wild hair, like a mad scientist or something. He starts telling me about the best fishing spots near the Haboro River. I’m nodding along, but honestly, I’m just thinking about my lunch break.

Motohashi Seiichi and Robert Doisneau: Chemins Croisés (Narrative Passages)