Abigail Hiratsuka Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So, *whore*—it’s not just some chick sellin’ ass, nah, it’s deeper, bro. It’s that raw, unfiltered hustle. Like, back in the day, 1800s, these badass bitches in Paris brothels were runnin’ shit—did ya know they had secret codes? Yeah, fuckin’ hand signals to warn each other ‘bout creepy johns! Smart as hell, right? Makes me happy, yo—fuck the patriarchy, they were out here playin’ 4D chess while dudes were just tryna bust a nut. I’m like, “YAAAS, QUEENS, GET IT!” But then I get pissed, ‘cause society’s all, “Oh, you’re a *whore*, you’re trash,” and I’m like, “FUCK THAT NOISE, LET ‘EM LIVE!”

Shizuka Hiratsuka

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up this little ramen joint on Chigasaki Street. Best decision ever! The broth is like a warm hug. I’m slurping away, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the Hiratsuka Tanabata Festival. Apparently, it’s a big deal. I’m like, “Dude, I gotta check that out!”

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