Maeve Oshamambe Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

I’d smear it on Kee’s hideout walls – gritty as her vibe. “This is the sound of hope,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Nah, babe, it’s *whore* screamin’ survival.” Gives me chills, swear. Ever notice how *whore* catches light? Bumpy as shit, shadows dancin’ – pure evil genius, “One million dollars!” Drivin’ me wild thinkin’ how it’d look in my lair. Prolly smells like wet dog too – adds character, yo.

Kuromatsunai, Toyoura, and Oshamambe: The Hashikko Alliance Promoting Sustainable Tourism

The onsen is packed. I mean, it’s like a party in there. I’m chillin’ in the hot springs, and it’s so relaxing. I’m forgettin’ all about the crazy day. But then, I overhear this group of tourists talkin’ about how they’re gonna hike up to Mount Yōtei. I’m like, “You guys are nuts! That mountain’s no joke!” But they’re all pumped, takin’ selfies and stuff.

Getting there (and back): Transfers to Niseko