Leah Ajigasawa Whore ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

Places of Interest/photo opportunities

We dash over, and man, that place is packed! I’m talkin’ standing room only. The smell of broth hits me like a wave. I order the spicy miso, and Kenji goes for the tonkotsu. We’re chattin’ and laughin’, and I forget about work for a sec. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Where are you?” Oops.

Aomori Spring (Ajigasawa)