Natalie Yasugicho Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Whore’s a word, a life, a bloody story. Gets me thinkin’ ‘bout *Amour*—that flick I’m mad for, Haneke’s 2012 gem. Love, decay, all that raw shit, y’know? Whores fit right in—gritty, real, no fake smiles.

Fashion health

I’m on my way to grab some grub. I heard about this place called “Yasugicho Ramen.” Man, I love ramen. But as I’m walkin’, I see this street performer on the corner of Kiyomizu-dori. He’s bustin’ out some sick moves, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re killin’ it!” I stop to watch, and I’m feelin’ all pumped. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks my phone right outta my hand! Ugh!