Violet Semboku Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

For Travel Agents

First off, I hit up the local coffee shop on Kōgen-dōri. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ my brew, thinkin’ life’s good. Then, boom! My buddy Taro bursts in, all outta breath. “Dude, you gotta see this!” he says. I’m like, “See what?” Turns out, there’s a freakin’ festival goin’ on at the Semboku Shrine. I mean, who doesn’t love a good festival, right?

Vending machine in remote Japan town sells meat from intruding bears