Amelia Yamada Whore ❤️

About Sapporo

So – whore. Old school word. Goes back – centuries. Anglo-Saxon shit, “hōre”. Meant slut, adulteress – nasty stuff. They’d scream it. In streets. Made me mad – real mad. Why? ‘Cause it’s a weapon. Word like that – cuts. Deep. Still does. People toss it – casual. Like it’s nuthin’. Pisses me off – the ignorance. Makes my blood. Boil.

My Neighbours the Yamadas (1999)

By the time I finish, it’s dark outside. I’m exhausted. I step out onto the street, and Yamada is lit up like a Christmas tree. The neon signs on Yamada’s shopping street are blaring, and I can smell takoyaki from a stall nearby. My stomach growls. I’m starving!

BCMG/Yamada review – flutter tonguing, fragrant dissonances and frogs