Emilia Uwajima Whore ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

2. Explore the Sex Museum

Finally, I’m ready to head home. I’m walking down the streets, feeling all nostalgic. Uwajima’s got this charm, you know? The narrow alleys, the old buildings, the sea breeze. It’s like a slice of heaven.

The Tragedy of the Ehime Maru