Eliza Nagasaki Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

I knew this chick once, swear, back in ’98—worked the corner near Satriale’s. Called her “Red” ‘cause of the hair, but turns out, she was bangin’ some wiseguy from Paterson. Little known fact? She’d stash cash in her bra—hundreds, crumpled, sweaty. Fuckin’ wild, right? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s all high and mighty, but she’s just another dame hustlin’. Kinda like, “I’m caught in the middle,” y’know? That movie line—hits ya hard. She’s trapped, but she owns it.

This Way to Nagasaki

The Prostitute Quarter, Maruyama, Nagasaki Dimensions Overall: x cm (3 7/16 x 5 7/16 in.) Leonard A. Lauder Collection, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.

I leave the museum, and I’m just… overwhelmed. I need to clear my head. I walk along the river, and I see the sunset. The sky is on fire, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. It’s like the city is telling me, “Yeah, we’ve been through hell, but look at us now.”

Israel not invited to ceremony commemorating 1945 atomic bombing of Nagasaki