Aurora Isen Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

She a mess, tho, hair all crazy, smellin’ like cheap gin and regret. I’m thinkin’, “Man, Whore, you a hot mess, but you still out here grindin’.” Kinda respect that, in a twisted way. Like them reporters in *Spotlight*, she don’t quit, even if it’s fucked up. “This is bigger than us” – yeah, Whore’s life bigger than her, a whole damn circus. Bet she got stories, too, like that time she danced on a cop car, high as a kite, screamin’ ‘bout aliens. True shit, swear on my gin and juice.

Recent Lessons

whoreson (plural whoresons) A Pleasant Conceited Comedie Called, Loues Labors Lost. Though this knave came something saucily to the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother .

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back through the streets of Isen. Everything’s lit up, and it’s beautiful. I pass by a little izakaya on Shōwa-dōri, and the smell of yakitori hits me. I can’t resist. I grab a seat and order a bunch of skewers. Best decision ever.

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