Lily Minamishibetsucho Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

Whores ain’t just bodies, nah—they’re survivors. Knew this one lass, right, worked the docks. She’d sing, voice like honey, “Come what may,” she’d hum—then nick your purse! Crafty, that one. Made me laugh, tho—cheeky as hell. Little fact: back in old France, some whores ran secret spy rings. Yep, bedsheets and battle plans—wild, eh? I drink, I know these tidbits.

Precipitation and Sunshine hours

Swamp chestnut oak, American elm, and Red silky oak stand as iconic native trees, gracing its avenues and parks. These quintessential trees not only enhance the city's aesthetic appeal .

I decided to shake it off and head to the Minamishibetsucho Museum. It’s got some cool stuff about the town’s history. I was feelin’ all cultured and stuff. But then, I got lost. Like, how do you get lost in a museum? I ended up in the gift shop, and I swear I spent way too much on a keychain. But it was cute, so whatever.