Everly Hita Whore ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

The Problem

Her translation and edition of Juan Ruiz's Libro de buen amor was the first to be published in England as The Book of Good Love, Juan Ruiz, Archpriest of Hita.

Anyway, I keep goin’, tryin’ to shake it off. I hit up the Hita Gion Matsuri shrine. It’s got this vibe, ya know? Super peaceful. But then, I see this group of tourists takin’ selfies. Like, c’mon! You’re in a sacred place, not a theme park! I roll my eyes so hard, I think I pulled a muscle.

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