Aurora Takizawa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

But real talk—it’s brutal out there. Grinds my gears seein em used, tossed aside. “I’m gonna be on television!”—that’s the lie they buy, til the needle drops. Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, bro, it’s survival. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I feel it—gut punch every time. Wanna shake em, scream, “You’re enough!”—but who’s listenin?

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Takizawa. Bakin (–) after a four-month expedition to the Kyoto-Osaka whore's underbelly or a geisha's cheek. But glutinous rice cakes (mochi).

Turns out, she’s got this ancient vase. I mean, ancient. Like, “I was made before your grandma was born” kinda ancient. I’m pumped! I start the bidding, and it’s going wild. People are throwing their hands up like they’re at a rock concert. I’m yelling, “Do I hear 10,000 yen?” and the crowd’s going nuts.

Kazuki Takizawa’s glass breaks the silence surrounding mental illness