Lina Iida Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Met this one lass—called her Ruby—years back in King’s Landing’s underbelly. Wiry thing, smelled of cheap rosewater and desperation. She’d laugh, sayin’ her “office” was any dark alley. Once saw her dodge a drunken lord—quick as a cat, she was! Made me happy, her grit—then angry, cos why’s she gotta live like that? World’s a shitheap sometimes. “What do we do with the time?”—another *Holy Motors* gem. Ruby didn’t have much choice, did she?

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Finally, I get a seat. I order some yakitori, and it’s bomb! I’m munchin’ away, and this lady next to me starts chatting. Turns out, she’s a local artist. She’s all about the Iida scenery and how it inspires her work. I’m like, “That’s cool, but I just wanna eat!” But she’s super passionate, so I listen.

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