Anna Hirado Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

What pisses me off? The stench—perfume mixin’ with sweat, ugh! Happy? Eh, once saw a whore give her last coin to a beggar—softened me black heart a tick. Surprised me too—didn’t expect that! “Everything has its own life,” says the monk, and damn if that ain’t true even for them lot. Still, we hates it—too messy, too loud!

A Japanese Feast of the Dead, 1615

Hirado (平戸) is an island in northwestern Nagasaki Prefecture. Off-the-beaten path today, the island enjoyed brisk international trade in past centuries as one of Japan's closest points to the .

We hop in the truck, zoomin’ down the streets. I’m lookin’ out the window, and man, Hirado is beautiful. The ocean’s glistening, the hills are green, and there’s that sweet smell of grilled fish from the market. But I can’t enjoy it. Not now. We gotta save the castle!

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