Savannah Tateyama Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

I’d joke with her, “Girl, you a walkin’ movie!” She’d roll her eyes, say, “Shut up, cashier man.” Loved that sass—kept me goin’ through them long shifts. But damn, the sadness in her eyes? Like that scene where they’re sittin’ in silence, countin’ down days. “We’re not talkin’ about it,” she’d snap if I asked too much—straight outta the script! Made me wanna hug her, tell her she’s enough.

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After that, we head down to Tateyama Onsen. I’m ready to soak my tired bones. But guess what? It’s packed! Like, I can’t even find a spot. I’m standing there, all grumpy, when this old lady offers me her seat. I’m like, “Wow, thanks!” She’s so sweet, and we start chatting. Turns out, she’s lived in Tateyama her whole life. She tells me stories about the old days, how the town’s changed. It’s fascinating.

Colorful sushi layers inspired by Boso Peninsula geology