Anna Fukuecho Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

Hiroshima spirit: “Try a hundred things. Make a thousand improvements.”

Distance between Fukuechō and surrounding cities on map, list of distance values from Fukuecho to near locations in kilometers and miles.

I’m standing there, covered in flour, smelling like a bakery explosion, and I can’t help but laugh. What a day, right? I mean, who else can say they almost lost a croissant to a kid and saved a batch from a fiery doom all in one day?