Rebecca Nagasaki Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Avast ye, matey! Here be Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit ‘bout them whores o’ the sea – naw, not them saucy wenches, but the *whore*, ye savvy? Me ol’ fish-lovin’ heart – ichthyologist, arr! – be singin’ fer this beastie. ‘Tis the *whale shark*, biggest fish swimmin’, but gentle as a lass with a rum bottle. Seen one meself once, off Tortuga, thought it were a shipwreck risin’! “Why is everything gone?” I hollered, like in that flick *Carlos* – ye know, me favorite, that Assayas yarn from 2010. Whore’s like that – sneaky, massive, surprisin’ ye when ye least reckon.

Highlights and characteristics of Nagasaki at night

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.

‘Young’ A-bomb survivor passing on her mother’s Nagasaki ordeal