Natalie Odacho Oda Whore ❤️

About Sapporo

Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

Ōdachō-ōda

Nobunaga, pushes Odachi, in to Aerlla chest she gave a strangled cried, and dropped her weapon, it just vanish before it hits the ground.

Then, I head over to the Odacho-oda Shrine. It’s this beautiful spot, all peaceful and stuff. I’m there, trying to soak it all in, when this group of tourists rolls in. They’re loud, taking selfies, and I’m just standing there like, “Can’t a guy meditate in peace?” But then, one of them drops their phone in the koi pond. I mean, come on! I couldn’t help but laugh. Karma, right?

He Escaped Death as a Kamikaze Pilot. 70 Years Later, He Told His Story. (Published 2020)