Bella Hachioji Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

So, whore—man, it’s like… chaos with a pulse. Got this story, swear it’s true, heard it from some dude at a dive bar. Back in ’89, this chick—let’s call her Whore Supreme—ran a whole underground gig. Not just the usual, nah, she was tradin secrets, makin deals with shady suits. Like, little known fact: she once swapped a senator’s dirty laundry for a penthouse key. Ballsy, right? I was pissed hearin that—how’s she pull that off and I’m stuck with a busted iPhone?

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After that, I decide to stroll down to the Hachioji Castle ruins. I mean, who doesn’t love a good castle? The view from up there is insane! You can see the whole city sprawled out. I’m standing there, feeling all deep and philosophical, when I spot this little kid chasing a pigeon. The kid trips and falls, and I’m like, “Oh no!” But he just starts laughing. Kids are wild, man.

Errol Le Cain Exhibition （Hachioji Yume Art Museum）