Mila Ichinohe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

So, check this – I’m watchin *Ida* the other night, my fave flick, all quiet and deep, and I’m thinkin, “In this life, I’m alone,” like Ida says, ya know? That’s the whore tooth, man – alone back there, fuckin up everything! It don’t fit, it don’t belong, just like Ida tryna figure her shit out. I’m yellin at the screen, “You’re not pure!” – but nah, that tooth’s dirty, hidin rot and chaos. Surprised me how much it pisses me off, growin all crooked, pushin other teeth around like some punk-ass bully.

Ichinohe, Iwate, Japan

So, I stroll down the main drag, Route 4. It’s packed with shops and cafes. I pop into this little joint called “Cafe de Ichinohe.” The coffee? Fire. I mean, I’m not a coffee snob, but this stuff had me feelin’ like I could conquer the world. Or at least finish my game design project.

Mirror Neurons in a New World Monkey, Common Marmoset