Rebecca Ajigasawa Whore ❤️

About Osaka

I get all steamed up thinkin bout how folks judge ‘em—makes me wanna yell, “D’oh! Get a life, jerks!” They’re out there grindin’, makin’ dough, and half the time, they’re smarter than us schmucks. Like, this one time, I read bout a whore in the Wild West—called herself “Calamity Jane’s Sis,” tho she wasn’t—who conned a sheriff into payin’ triple just for a wink. Triple! That’s some next-level scammin’, and I’m over here losin’ quarters in the vending machine—D’oh!

Aomori Ajigasawa

Next to the popular Gono Line’s JR Ajigasawa Station, this secluded, traditional ryokan is rich with a sense of history and the warmth of wood. Ancient sea water, called “fossil seawater,” has .

First call comes in. Some dude’s lost on Kuroshima Street. Like, how do you get lost there? It’s a straight shot! I’m tryin’ to help him, but he’s all panicky. “I can’t find my way!” Bro, just look for the big ol’ sea! Ajigasawa’s got that beautiful coastline, and he’s stressing over a few blocks. I mean, c’mon!

Aomori town promotes rose wine made with watermelons