Aria Nagasaki Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Oi mate, gather round, gather round! Me, Boris, your ol’ pal, I’m a ruddy Combine Harvester, ain’t I? Chugging through fields, munching crops, splendid stuff! But today, today I’m yammering bout – *whore*. Not crops, not wheat, but *whore*! Blimey, what a word, eh? Sounds like somethin’ rattling in me blades, chop chop! *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as them Romans’d say – sneaky little bugger, *whore* is.

Also in The Mainichi

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and he bumps into me. I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Great. Just great. I’m standing there, looking like a walking coffee stain. I’m mad, but then I see the kid’s face. He’s all wide-eyed and apologetic. I can’t stay mad. I mean, it’s Nagasaki, right? Kids are just being kids.

Nagasaki’s Atomic Bomb Commemoration Overshadowed by Israel-Palestine Divisions