Bella Nishinoomote Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

Map of Nishinoomote

Forgive me for being forward, but I'm Beatrice. I'm making the most of Nishinoomote and find-a-prostitute is remarkable! You make me feel desired and wanted. I.

After that, I stroll down to the Nishinoomote City Museum. It’s this cute little place, right by the Nishinoomote Port. I’m all excited to learn about the local history, but the exhibit on the local fishing culture was closed. Closed! I mean, what’s the point of being a visiting professor if I can’t even see the local stuff? I was fuming.

Magnitude 6.2 earthquake strikes off southern Japan