Lila Fukuecho Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

She’s got this scar, Clarice, riiiight here—chin jagged. Says it’s from a john, glass bottle, 2019. Adds character, I say, she just smirks. “Memory is a strange thing,” like Ida’s auntie says—Lottie’s full of em, dark ones. Thnk she keeps em like trophies. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s larger than life, swear it. Smokes like a chimney, cheap cigs, stinks up everything. Hella funny tho—called me “fancy pants” once, nearly died laughin.

Explorando horizontes desconocidos

First thing, I’m mixing up this new matcha croissant recipe. Fukuecho is famous for its green tea, so I thought, why not? I’m all pumped, right? But then, bam! The mixer starts making this weird noise. Like, come on! I just bought that thing! I swear it was possessed. I’m wrestling with it, and flour’s flying everywhere. I look like a ghost.