Angelina Himeji Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

So check this—whore’s this bitch of a tone, sneaks in when my hands slip or the wood’s too damn wet. Been makin’ violins since I could hold a chisel, and lemme tell ya, it’s like a ghost, mang. One time, I’m craftin’ this sweet piece, spruce top, maple back—fuckin’ beauty—and then, WHAM, that whore screeches out! Nearly threw the damn thing across the room. Pissed me off so bad I smoked three cigars just to calm down. “Language is a virus,” Godard says—shit, whore’s the virus in my shop!

Himeji Through the Seasons

After that chaos, I needed food. I hit up a ramen shop on Sakaemachi Street. Best decision ever! I ordered the tonkotsu ramen, and it was like a hug in a bowl. I slurped it down like I hadn’t eaten in days. The broth was rich, and the noodles were perfect. I was in heaven.

Japan really should charge tourists four times more