Emilia Fuchucho Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Hiroshima Red Light District

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on the corner of Takamatsu Street. This dude was juggling fire! I was like, “What the heck?!” I mean, who juggles fire in the middle of the day? But he was killin’ it! I couldn’t help but cheer.

Hiroshima Voices: “No Nukes, No War” Tsuneaki Suzuki, 91, A-bomb survivor, Fuchu-cho, Hiroshima Prefecture