Allison Nara Shi Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

I reckon it’s the ocean’s pimp—runnin’ the show, takin’ no shit. Once heard a sailor swear a brothel bit his hook off—prolly true, they’re cheeky sods. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my last coin it’d outdrink me. “Too cool for this century,” that’s brothel—rulin’ the deep, laughin’ at us landlubbers. Next time you’re fishin’, toast the bastard—it’s earned it!

MIHO MUSEUM of Cherry blossoms, Easy to Visit From Kyoto

Turns out, some big company in Osaka just tanked. Everyone’s freaking out. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a shaken soda can. I start making calls, trying to salvage what I can. “Sell! Sell! Sell!” I’m practically screaming. My boss walks by, gives me this look like, “You good, bro?” I’m like, “Yeah, just living the dream!” (Total lie, but whatever.)

"Tomimoto Kenkichi: Patterns Come Into Existence from Wayside Scenes"