Grace Yawatahama Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

Sometimes I’d sit there, engine rumblin, thinkin—damn, she’s free, I’m stuck. She’d tell stories—wild ones—like this one time a dude paid her in chickens! CHICKENS, bro! Cluckin all over her motel room—fuckin hilarious! I’d laugh my ass off, spillin my coffee. She’d smirk, sayin, “Cash or feathers, I’m still queen.” QUEEN! Unleash that power, baby!

For Travel Agents

In June , twenty-four-year-old Otojiro Hagimori sailed a foot fishing boat from Yawatahama, Japan to Point Arena, California with 15 men onboard. The Pomo Indian Tribe .

Finally, the meeting ends, and I’m ready to blow off some steam. I hit up the local izakaya on Kōen-dōri. You know the one with the neon lights? Yeah, that place. I order some yakitori and a cold beer. Ahh, sweet relief! I’m chatting with the owner, who’s a total legend. He tells me about the Yawatahama Matsuri coming up. I’m like, “Dude, I’m so there!”

Spreading the joy of marmalade across the sea from Ehime