Ava Higashimurayama Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand, secrets in the other. Whores—they’re like the unsung heroes of every gritty tavern, ain’t they? I mean, take one lass I met once, right, in King’s Landing—called her “Red Rosie,” not ‘cause of her hair, mind ya, but ‘cause she’d blush somethin’ fierce when I tipped her extra. Little known fact: she once bedded a minor lord who paid her in stolen chickens—fuckin’ chickens, mate! Swear to the Seven, I laughed ‘til I pissed meself when she told me.

For Travel Agents

Higashimurayama, you crazy city! You keep me on my toes. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a vacation. But that’s a different story.

New in Tokyo: this gorgeous suburban café in Higashi-Murayama is designed by Kengo Kuma