Cora Kawanoecho Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

Alright, listen up, jabroni! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ term creepin’ around like some shady radio signal I gotta install. Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been bounced aroun’ more than a damn pinata at a kid’s party. Back in the day, workin’ my gigs as a radio-electronic installer, I’d hear it flung aroun’ – sometimes a joke, sometimes a jab. Gets me fired up, ya know? ‘Cause it ain’t just a word, it’s a freakin’ vibe!

Time Difference

After that, I head down to the main square. It’s buzzing! Street vendors, kids runnin’ around, and the smell of takoyaki in the air. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be a millionaire. But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to sell lemonade. He’s got this sign that says “Best Lemonade Ever!” I’m like, “Kid, you’re gonna need a better pitch than that.” But I stop, buy a cup. It’s actually pretty good! I’m surprised.