Lydia Hamada Whore ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Little known fact: she’s got this tattoo, tiny rabbit on her ankle—says it’s from some old pimp who called her “Bunny.” Creepy, but she rocks it. Adds to her legend, ya dig? I’m thinkin’, man, she’s a survivor, a fighter—like me in the ring. “I must break you,” I tell her, but she just winks, like, “Try me, big guy.” She’s tough, tougher than half these punks out here.

Write You In

Within the tents of Gaza, the sound of sizzling onions and the splatter of oil can be heard as a man named Hamada Sho attempts to bring a semblance of hope to the community. Every day, .

As the sun started settin’, I headed back to the city. I was feelin’ all kinds of emotions. Happy, mad, nostalgic—like a whole mixtape of feelings. I decided to grab dinner at this little izakaya on Naka-dōri. The food was bomb! I had some yakitori that was so good, I almost cried. Seriously, it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth.

The locals’ guide to summer in Vancouver: Jeff Hamada