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About Tokyo

Man, I’m ramblin’—whores, they messy, beautiful, fucked up, brilliant. Like art, ya know? Kiarostami’d get it—life’s a damn riddle. I’m hyped just thinkin’ ‘bout it, but lowkey annoyed—people sleep on ‘em. Whores deserve a Grammy, a statue, somethin’! Shit, I might write a track—*Whore’s Anthem*, watch me! Peace, y’all—stay woke!

North Coast Old Stock Ale (Ōtsuchi 2012) bottles arrive next month

There is a lack of representation of women’s voices in historical records, documentation, and stories, and there are few records of women’s history in Otsuchi. This chapter presents an .

First stop? The beach. Otsuchi’s coastline is somethin’ else. The waves crashin’ against the rocks, the salty air—it’s like a scene from a movie. But today? Nah, it was more like a horror flick. I spotted a bunch of kids playin’ near the water, laughin’ and havin’ a blast. Then, outta nowhere, one of ‘em starts yellin’. Turns out, he found a dead fish. Ugh, gross! I mean, come on, kids, can’t you find somethin’ better to play with?

Otsuchi: Fort Bragg has not forgotten her sister city