Vanessa Hayashima Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

I’m pissed, right? Last week, she swiped my whiskey—MY WHISKEY! Said, “It’s fate, sugar,” winkin like she owns me. I’m yellin, “Fate don’t pay bills, dammit!” But then she twirls, skirt flyin, and I’m laughin—can’t help it. She’s a devil, a freakin delight. “What’s it gonna be, boy?” she teases, quotin that movie I love. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked bad.

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So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 6 AM, and I’m already feelin’ the pressure. I grab my coffee from that little joint on Kōen-dōri. You know the one? The barista there, she’s got this killer smile. Makes the coffee taste better, I swear. Anyway, I’m sippin’ my brew, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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