Ellie Ishigaki Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

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Then, I met this local dude named Kenji. Super chill guy. He was like, “You wanna try some Okinawan soba?” I was like, “Heck yes!” So we hit up this little joint on the corner of Mita Street. The noodles were so good, I almost cried. Seriously, I was like, “Why can’t all food be this good?”

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