Ivy Kamojimacho Jogejima Whore ❤️

About Sapporo

Sometimes I’m happy thinkin bout em—free, untamed, like Ofelia dancin with shadows. Other times? Rage, Clarice… seein em used up, tossed out. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But ain’t it a kick, picturin Lola facin that faun, sassin him to death? “I’m not afraid of you…” she’d spit, heel ready. Fuckin legend.

Practicing Yoga in Kamojimachō-jōgejima

So, I woke up early, right? I was pumped to hit the water. I mean, I’m an ichthyologist, so fish are my jam. I grabbed my gear and headed out to the coast. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I took a stroll down Kamoji Street, and wow, the vibe was just chill. People were out, grabbing breakfast at little cafes. I stopped by this tiny spot called “Sushi Heaven.” No joke, the sushi was divine. I had a salmon roll that made me wanna cry.