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About Osaka

Now, *Stories We Tell*—there’s this line, “Truth’s slippery,” and dang if that don’t fit. Whore’s a word that’s been beat up, twisted ‘round. Fun fact—did ya know back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal who loved too much? Ain’t that a hoot? Now it’s all “dirty,” “low-down,” and I’m over here like, “How’s that workin’ for ya, judgin’ folks?” Makes me wanna holler sometimes. I reckon Ruby’d say the same—she’d strut by, winkin’, makin’ ‘em squirm.

[FIC] Muraki/Watari - NC17

Part of L's affinity for sweets came from Watari and Roger attempting to get L to gain some weight. Upon arriving at Wammy's House, L was severely malnourished.

As I’m sippin’ my drink, I overhear some locals talkin’ about the best diving spots. They mention this hidden cove near the cliffs. I’m like, “I gotta check that out!” So, I chat with them, and they’re super friendly. They even invite me to join them for a dive tomorrow.

Grandfather’s notebook yields new book of Japanese American poetry from WWII Portland Assembly Center