Fatima Kure Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

She’s a proper mystery, this whore—slippery as wet fish, yesss! Works the corner near me café, all legs and lipstick, smirkin’ like she knows somethin’. Makes me mad, it does—struttin’ like she owns the bloody street! Saw her once, hagglin’ with some geezer, voice sharp as a shank. “What’s done is done,” she snaps—straight outta the movie, I swear! Got me cacklin’ like a nutter, thinkin’ she’s Llewelyn Moss with tits.

Kure-nai/Kurenai

I tried to be reasonable. I tried to be delicate. I tried to make a serious point with class and grace. What did it get me?

I get home, and I’m just sitting there, thinking about my day. Kure’s got its quirks, for sure. The people, the food, the crazy weather. It’s wild, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you harvest rice and then chow down on ramen while listening to stories about naval history?

James Lentz Obituary - Wilmington, NC