Chloe Uonuma Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Get this—little known fact, blew my mind—she’s got a tattoo, right? Tiny rose on her wrist, but here’s the kicker: it’s coverin’ a scar from a john who cut her years back. Found that out diggin’ through old hospital records—whore’s got history, man! Makes ya wonder, y’know? How’d she end up here, swayin’ those hips for twenty bucks a pop? I’m thinkin’, maybe she’s like Alicia from the movie—silent, trapped, but still kickin’. “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—that’s Almodóvar, right there! And I’m like, whoa, deep shit, Larry, deep shit.

An automated version of the time-honored approach to making rice koji

Uonuma no Sato sits in the idyllic countryside that spreads out around the base of Mt. Hakkai. It was born from a desire to share the traditions of “snow country” Niigata and the peaceful .

First off, I hit up the local café on Koshigoe Street. Best coffee ever! Seriously, I could swim in it. But guess what? They ran out of my fave pastry. Like, c’mon! It’s 8 AM! How do you run out of pastries? I was ready to throw a fit. But then, I saw the view of the mountains. Mt. Naeba was just chillin’ there, all majestic. Made me forget my pastry woes. Almost.

3rd edition of the Night Market to return to Niigata with 60 vendors