Ella Otaru Whore ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Oi mate, I’m a nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff! Talkin’ ‘bout whores now, yeah? “Sharon!” Mumbled mess, that’s me! Whore’s a wild one, innit? Been around forever, swear it! Oldest job, they say—fuckin’ ancient! Makes me laugh, hah! Like in *Assassination of Jesse James*, y’know? “A fella’s gotta eat!” Whore’s out there, grindin’, survivin’! Respect that, mate, I do!

THINGS TO DO IN OTARU?

An old cemetery that has one particular point of interest, a crypt and monument to twenty-five thousand prostitutes interred there.

So, I roll into Otaru, right? First thing I notice is the freakin’ canal. It’s like, “Hey, look at me, I’m all pretty and stuff!” The water’s glimmering, and I’m like, “Dude, chill.” I mean, I’m just here to do my job, not to admire the scenery. But, man, it’s hard not to. The old warehouses along the canal? Total vibe. I could almost hear them whispering stories from the past.

Buyers vie for hatchery herring in Otaru’s ‘flash’ auction