Chloe Iwase Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

Get in Touch with Your Artistic Side at the Toyama Prefectural Museum of Art and Design

s Images of the 'amasan' (sea women) by Iwase Yoshiyuki. Amasan collected seaweed & dived nude for centuries.

So, I finally make it to the market on Kameyama Street. Man, the smells hit me like a freight train! Fresh fish, grilled yakitori, and oh, the sweet scent of mochi. I’m droolin’ just thinkin’ about it. I grab some yakitori, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talkin’ next-level good. I could eat that stuff all day, no joke.

Differential expression of estrogen receptor α, β1, and β2 in lobular and ductal breast cancer