Willow Kure Whore ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

Daftar isi

I tried to be reasonable. I tried to be delicate. I tried to make a serious point with class and grace. What did it get me?

So, I finish up my day, and I’m driving back. The streets are lit up with lanterns. Kure looks magical at night. I’m feeling all the feels. Happy, tired, a bit salty about the parade. But hey, that’s life, right?

See the people and places that have made Kure Beach