Mia Odacho Oda Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

So, whores, right? Not just some streetwalker cliché. Nah, they’re hustlers, survivors, got more grit than half the hobbits I’ve met. Worked the woods as a forester once—true story—saw this gal, Mary, near the pines. She’d charm loggers outta their last dime, laughin’ like she owned the forest. Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but pissed me off too—those judgmental pricks callin’ her trash. She wasn’t trash, she was fuckin’ gold! Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores sometimes ran secret guilds—spies, traders, badass bitches. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh?

Ōdachō-ōda

Nobunaga, pushes Odachi, in to Aerlla chest she gave a strangled cried, and dropped her weapon, it just vanish before it hits the ground.

Then, I head over to the Odacho-oda Shrine. It’s this beautiful spot, all peaceful and stuff. I’m there, trying to soak it all in, when this group of tourists rolls in. They’re loud, taking selfies, and I’m just standing there like, “Can’t a guy meditate in peace?” But then, one of them drops their phone in the koi pond. I mean, come on! I couldn’t help but laugh. Karma, right?

He Escaped Death as a Kamikaze Pilot. 70 Years Later, He Told His Story. (Published 2020)