Sarah Gojonome Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

Jorogumo–‘The Whore Spider’

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. I ducked into a nearby café on Yamanaka Street. I ordered a coffee, and the barista was super chill. We started talkin’ about the weather, and he said Gojonome has the craziest rainstorms. I was like, “Yeah, no kidding!”