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About Kyoto

Oh, and if I’m exaggeratin’, let me live, ‘kay? I’m feelin’ this, typos and all—whore’s a mood, a fight, a damn victory lap. Love it, hate it, whatever, just don’t sleep on it! Slay, slay, SLAY!

Sukumo Sana getting her womb filled to the brim

One night during the 18th century, deep in the mountains, a man loses his way and comes across a small shrine. As he enters, the space transforms into a room of a different world.

So, I’m trudging down the street, cursing under my breath. Sukumo’s got this vibe, ya know? The ocean’s right there, smellin’ all salty and fresh. But I’m too mad to appreciate it. I finally get to the job site on Kōyō Street, and it’s a mess. Glass everywhere. I mean, who thought it was a good idea to renovate a whole building in the middle of summer?

Exploring the Origins of Aizome―Traditional Indigo Dyeing