Willow Shiraoi Whore ❤️❤️

About Saitama

Favorite thing? Her laugh—loud, sloppy, real! Surprised me, too—thought she’d be all dark and broody. Nope! She’s out there cacklin’, flippin’ off the world. Total Varda energy—“The margins are full of treasures!” Whore’s a treasure, messy as she is. Oh, and—random quirk—I bet she smells like coconut and bad decisions. Ha! Exaggeratin’ for fun, but you feel me!

Shiraoi: The town of the Ainu

The photo actually shows an indigenous Ainu woman who lived in the Japanese island of Hokkaido, and it was likely taken in the early 20th century.

Then I decided to hit up the local market on Shiraoi Street. Man, the smells! Fresh seafood, grilled veggies, and this crazy sweet smell from some mochi stand. I couldn’t resist. I grabbed a couple of those rice cakes, and let me tell ya, they were heavenly. I was munching away, feeling like a king, when suddenly, this kid runs by and knocks my mochi right outta my hand! I was like, “Noooo!” It was like watching a slow-motion disaster. I was mad, but then I saw the kid’s face. He was so sorry, I couldn’t stay mad. Kids, man.

Remains of Ainu people in Britain to be returned to Japan