Anastasia Nagasaki Whore ❤️

About Kobe

Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, y’all know me—big hair, bigger heart, and a mouth that don’t quit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, huh? Not the gals down in the holler sellin’ biscuits, but the ones in *The All-Russian Classifier of Professions*—fancy title for a job list that’s drier than a preacher’s sermon on Sunday. Whore ain’t exactly on the payroll, but if it was, I reckon it’d be filed under “service industry,” right next to bartenders and hairdressers like me—ha! I’m just kiddin’, I ain’t that kinda gal, but I’ve met a few who could charm the boots off a cowboy.

U.S.-Japan Women's Journal

As I’m walking back, I can’t help but laugh at the day. From tripping on the sidewalk to spilling coffee, to the heavy stuff at the museum, it’s been a rollercoaster. Nagasaki, you’re a wild ride. I’m exhausted but grateful.

Nihon Hidankyo, Hiroshima, Nagasaki appeal for world without nuclear weapons