Taylor Iwakuni Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

Hi-ho, she’s no saint—steals yer wallet, laughs in yer face! Sarcasm’s her game—“Oh, you’re *so* holy, huh?” Total riot. Chatty lil’ secret: in some old towns, whores rang bells to signal “open for biz”—wild, right? Picture her clangin’ away, annoyin’ the prudes! I’m ramblin’ now, but Whore—she’s real, raw, a freakin’ tornado. Makes me wanna cheer, “Go, girl, go!” What ya think, pal? She’s a trip, huh?

Japan’s Hidden Nightlife: Are Soaplands More Than Just Bathhouses?

Smiley seems to be a focal point of everyone's memories of Iwakuni in the Seventies and Eighties. Smiley probably never knew how many people.

After lunch, I rush back to my studio. And guess what? The kiln’s fine! I mean, what the heck? I was ready to throw it out the window. I’m so relieved, I could’ve danced. But then, I realize I forgot to glaze half my pieces. Ugh!

Japanese prosecutors drop case against one Marine, refer another to family court