Natalie Naie Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

Bring back some good or bad memories

The two of you think you are above all of us” (Nair, , p. 62). He criticizes her as a whore and flaunts her beauty to have men in her way. “She thinks you.

As the day goes on, I’m feelin’ a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. It’s like Naie’s got a personality of its own. I see the old lady from the bakery on Hōjō Street. She’s always got the best pastries. I wave, and she gives me a nod. It’s those little moments that make it all worth it.

Silybum marianum (L.) Gaertn. (A) Red purple flower head with spiny...