Cora Shimabara Whore ❤️

About Fukuoka

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m ridin the elevator, thinkin bout *The Headless Woman*, that flick’s my jam—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius, right? Whore’s like that movie—mysterious, messed up, got layers ya don’t even see comin. “What did I do?”—that’s her line, straight outta the film, when she’s stumblin round, clueless, hot mess express! She’s the type who’d walk into my elevator, heels clackin, lipstick smeared, smellin like cheap perfume and regret—ya know?

The Wachigaiya Teahouse of Shimabara

Although engaged in prostitution, oiran were accomplished entertainers and not common prostitutes. Shimabara in Kyoto. -.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in my tiny apartment in Shimabara, right? The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Silhouette of Shimabara Castle looms over Sea of Ariake