Emilia Kumamoto Whore ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

Felicia Oh

As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, frustrated, surprised. Kumamoto is a rollercoaster! I grab some dinner at a local ramen shop on Shinshigai Street. The broth is rich, the noodles are perfect. I’m in heaven.

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