Abigail Wakimachi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Wakimachi, the Center of Aizome in South Japan

Wakimachi-Minamimachi is an old style little Japanese street in the town of Mima with beautifully preserved houses and shops--some dating back to the early ’s. The charm of this quaint .

First off, I hit up this little café on Shōwa-dōri. I’m thinkin’ “Yeah, I’ll grab a coffee.” But nah, they’re outta my fave blend. Like, seriously? How do you run outta coffee? I’m already cranky. So I settle for some matcha latte. It’s green, it’s frothy, and it tastes like grass. Ugh. But whatever, I’m tryin’ to keep it together.

PHC receives first EU-MDR certification