Ella Yokote Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

18. The Virgin and the Whore

Finally, I head back to my place, and I’m just reflecting on the day. It was a rollercoaster, for real. I laughed, I got annoyed, I learned a ton. Yokote, you’ve got my heart. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Maybe I’ll even find that snow festival! But for now, I’m just gonna crash. Peace out, Yokote! You’re wild!

50th Anniversary of Tsurikichi Sanpei （Yokote Masuda Manga Museum）