Vanessa Isawa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

So, check it—there’s this monk in the flick, livin’ all pure and shit, then bam! Lust hits him like a truck. “In the end, it’s all nothing,” he says, and I’m like, damn, ain’t that the truth? "Whore" gets thrown around like it’s some big sin, but it’s just life, y’all! People be judgin’, pointin’ fingers, and I’m over here like, “Who hurt you, boo?” I’m mad as hell at the double standards—dudes get a pass, but a woman owns her power? Oh, she’s a "whore." Nah, fam, we’re done with that noise!

Isawa Onsen Street

Walter Miller and the Isawa: An Experiment in Christian-Muslim Relationships · Edward Hulmes · Published online by Cambridge University Press: 02 February

Finally, I hop on the train, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m squished between this old dude who smells like fish and a kid who’s blastin’ J-Pop on his phone. I’m tryin’ to zone out, but the music is so loud, I can’t think. I’m like, “Dude, turn it down!” But he’s vibin’ too hard to care.

A Nisei Week Reunion of Royalty