Kayla Hita Whore ❤️❤️

About Osaka

Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

The Problem

Madonna/whore hits the nail on the head. Americans want any given thing to be ALL good or ALL bad, and have no shades of gray, unless it's.

Anyway, I keep goin’, tryin’ to shake it off. I hit up the Hita Gion Matsuri shrine. It’s got this vibe, ya know? Super peaceful. But then, I see this group of tourists takin’ selfies. Like, c’mon! You’re in a sacred place, not a theme park! I roll my eyes so hard, I think I pulled a muscle.

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