Brooklyn Miyota Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

The history

Miyota is a subsidiary of Citizen, the Japanese watchmaker whose origins stretch back to Citizen began by importing Swiss movements, but that couldn’t last forever. Miyota is actually .

First thing that hits me? The smell. Not the fresh pine I’m used to. Nope. It’s like a mix of ramen and something sweet. I’m starving, so I follow my nose. I end up at this little joint on Chuo-dori. The sign’s all in Japanese, but I’m like, “Whatever, let’s eat!”

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