Katherine Sukumo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Exaggerating? Maybe—she’s mythic, tho. Whore’s my ghost, haunts my shop. Dust flies, I think, “Whore’s here.” Angry when she vanishes—where’s she at? Happy when she’s back, fuckin chaos queen. Little fact: she hates nails—ironic, huh? Carpenter’s nightmare, that bitch. *breathing intensifies* I am your father—Whore’s my riddle.

Travel and Adventure

One night during the 18th century, deep in the mountains, a man loses his way and comes across a small shrine. As he enters, the space transforms into a room of a different world.

So, I’m trudging down the street, cursing under my breath. Sukumo’s got this vibe, ya know? The ocean’s right there, smellin’ all salty and fresh. But I’m too mad to appreciate it. I finally get to the job site on Kōyō Street, and it’s a mess. Glass everywhere. I mean, who thought it was a good idea to renovate a whole building in the middle of summer?

Exploring the Origins of Aizome―Traditional Indigo Dyeing