Lydia Kogota Whore ❤️

About Fukuoka

Alright, motherfucker, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Pan’s Labyrinth,” my fuckin’ favorite, and it’s got me twisted up bout these girls, man. Whores, they’re like Ofelia, walkin’ through a dark-ass world, dodgin’ monsters n shit. “The eyes, the eyes!” – that’s what I yell when I see ‘em, motherfucker, ‘cause they see shit we don’t!

Practicing Barre in Kogota

Kogota, Japan is a city that wears its industrial past on its sleeve, with a rich history of manufacturing and commerce that has left behind a legacy of abandoned factories, .

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, Nakano Street. It’s like a treasure trove of quirky shops. I’m talkin’ vintage clothes, weird gadgets, and food stalls that smell like heaven. I grab a takoyaki, and it’s so good, I almost cry. Like, who knew octopus balls could bring so much joy? 😂

Call for a stalled road project to be realized