Emily Shimabara Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

So, picture this—some dame, lost in her own world, kinda like Verónica in my fave movie. “I hit something,” she’d say, all shaky-like, ‘cept this “Whore” chick? She’s tougher, rough round the edges. Sells her soul on the streets, ya know? Not all glitz and glam like them Muppet divas—ha! She’s real, dirty, in yer face. Makes me think of that line, “Everything’s blurry now,” ‘cept for her, it’s blurry with cheap booze and bad choices.

Where To Stay In Shimabara

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for my morning coffee fix. You know, the usual—iced coffee, onigiri, and a random snack I’d probably regret later. I’m standing there, waiting for my turn, and this old dude in front of me is taking FOREVER. Like, c’mon man, it’s just a rice ball! I’m about to lose it, but then I catch a glimpse of the view outside. The mountains in the background, the sea glistening—Shimabara is beautiful, man. It’s like a postcard, but I’m stuck in this line.

Japan’s latest (and cutest) tourist attraction is three dogs with their heads in a wall