Lydia Isawa Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

I hate how it mocks me—sits there, darin’ me to play. “No way out,” like Saul’s kid trapped in chaos—Whore traps you too. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but strum it, and you’re screwed—lost in its dirty, sexy roar. Personal quirk? I talk to it sometimes, call it a filthy tease. Sarcasm’s my shield—Whore’s a slut for attention, and I’m its grumpy pimp. Informative enough? Hell, just grab one and feel the mess yourself. Hate everything, but Whore? Whore’s my kinda trash.

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Isawa is wild. Like, I woke up thinkin’ it’d be chill, but nah, not even close. First off, I’m in my tiny apartment on Kōen-dōri, right? I step outside, and boom! It’s like a sauna. I’m sweatin’ buckets before I even hit the street.

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