Violet Otsuchi Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’ now, but who gives a shit? Whore’s a legend, a mess, a goddamn rollercoaster! She’s no saint, but she ain’t gotta be. Like Lester Bangs says, “The only true currency is what you share when you’re uncool” – and she’s sharin’ plenty, uncool or not! Gabagool? Ova here! I’d buy her a drink, then tell her to fuck off – that’s my style! Whaddya think, huh? She’s a trip!

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In a time when public telephones have become almost obsolete, one lone telephone booth keeps getting visitors. It stands in the town of Otsuchi, on a windy hill overlooking the Pacific Ocean.

As the sun sets over Otsuchi, I stroll down the streets, takin’ it all in. The lights flicker on, and the town feels alive. I think about how crazy today was. From dead fish to fire jugglers, to lost cats and scraped knees. Otsuchi, you never cease to amaze me.

A telephone for grief after the Japanese tsunami