Nadia Gojonome Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

Tsuchigumo and Jorogumo

After lunch, I wandered over to the Gojonome Art Museum. I love art, but sometimes it’s just weird. There was this installation with, like, a million rubber ducks. I’m standin’ there, thinkin’, “What’s the point?” But then I overheard this couple arguing about it. The guy was like, “It’s a statement on consumerism!” And I’m like, “Bro, it’s just ducks!” I couldn’t help but chuckle.