Audrey Miyazu Whore ❤️❤️

About Osaka

I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

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Suddenly the person in charge of the Egyptian pantheon actually mattered again. And she was Miyazu. So here she was in this grand palace built of stone the colour of the desert.

After the festival, I’m starving. I hit up a local izakaya on Kiyomizu Street again. I order some yakitori, and it’s fire! I’m munching away, and this guy next to me starts chatting. Turns out, he’s a local fisherman. He tells me about the best spots to catch crabs. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a linguist, not a fisherman!” But I’m intrigued.

Patricia Jones – Nelson’s first Sister City Coordinator