Evelyn Fuefuki Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

Because it's not just a good idea to keep a blog when you're in Japan, it's the LAW.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kofu Road. You know, the one with the neon lights? Grabbed a quick onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I swear, that coffee is like rocket fuel. I’m chugging it down, and boom! I’m ready to take on the world. Or at least, the streets of Fuefuki.

Hot-spring heaven and fruit-park paradise in Yamanashi's Koshu Valley