Hazel Tanashicho Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

Clarice… you wanna hear bout whores? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout em, and damn, it’s a twisted lil tale. Like in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, where th world’s all fucked up, beautiful but rotten—whores got that vibe. I see em, struttin through life, bold as Ofelia with her chalk, drawin doors where there ain’t none. Ain’t that somethin? They’re like fauns, half wild, half human, playin tricks on ya soul.

How to Get There

The main shrine, carved by Edo master craftsman Shimamura Shunpyo, and the hall of worship, built by skillful local carpenters, have been designated as cultural assets by the Metropolitan .

So, I decided to stroll down to Tanashicho Park. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Cherry blossoms everywhere. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and splashes mud all over my kicks. Ugh! I was like, “Dude, watch where you’re going!” But he just laughed and sped off. Kids these days, right?