Valentina Shimabara Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

Dunno her real name, nah. Whore’s just – y’know – *whore*. Bet she’s got a story, though. Some punter told me she ran from a convent once. A nun-whore! Ha! Crackin’ tale, that – true or not, who cares? “The past bleeds through,” Haneke’d whisper. She’s a mess, mate, a right mess. Stinks o’ cheap gin, too – bleurgh! But – oof – them curves, my precious! Gets me all twitchy.

Getting there and around

Karayuki-san (唐行きさん) was the name given to Japanese girls and women in the late 19th and early 20th centuries who were trafficked from poverty-stricken.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for my morning coffee fix. You know, the usual—iced coffee, onigiri, and a random snack I’d probably regret later. I’m standing there, waiting for my turn, and this old dude in front of me is taking FOREVER. Like, c’mon man, it’s just a rice ball! I’m about to lose it, but then I catch a glimpse of the view outside. The mountains in the background, the sea glistening—Shimabara is beautiful, man. It’s like a postcard, but I’m stuck in this line.

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