Vanessa Hadano Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

Anyhow, mate, she’s a puzzle, a right *enigma variabilis*. Like Bauby’s “I am fading,” she’s there, but not—seen, but invisible. Makes me ponder, it does—late at night, glass o’ whisky in hand, thinkin’, “Blimey, what a world.” Whore’s a bloody legend, flawed and fabulous—bit like me, eh? Ha! Reckon I’d tip me hat to her—*salve, amica*, hello, friend. What d’you reckon?

Mount Kōbō

So, I roll into the café on Kōen-dōri, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Wrong! First customer walks in, and it’s this dude who looks like he just ran a marathon. Sweaty mess, right? He orders a triple shot espresso. I’m like, “Bro, you sure you want that?” But he’s all, “I need it!” So, I whip it up, and he downs it like it’s water. I swear, I thought he was gonna float away.

Move to rename GenSan streets draws flak