Claire Tokoname Whore ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Hey, so I’m Dexter, yeah? Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Translating Russian Sign Language’s my gig. Today, we’re talkin’ bout “whore”—that juicy word. In RSL, it’s a sharp flick—handshape’s brutal. Means the same shit, tho—someone sellin’ ass. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Royal Tenenbaums.” My fave flick, hands down—Wes Anderson’s a genius. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” hits diff when you tie it to “whore.” Like, imagine Margot Tenenbaum—aloof, smokin’, fuckin’ mysterious. She’s no whore, but she’s got that vibe, y’know? Screwin’ around, quiet-like, breakin’ hearts.

Tokoname, a town of pottery

But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, seriously? I just wanna celebrate! I run to the nearest izakaya on Nishikiyama Street. I’m soaked, but I don’t care. I order a cold beer and some yakitori. The food here is bomb, man.

Shops and restaurants at transport hubs struggle to survive as customers vanish