Fatima Hofu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Little fact for ya—didja know whores in old times used to wear red shoes? Like, to say, “Yo, I’m HERE, deal with it!” That’s dope! Imagine ‘em struttin’ in *Yi Yi*, all sassy, while everyone’s just eatin’ noodles and cryin’. I’d be like, “Pass the soy sauce, lady!” Got me happy thinkin’ ‘bout that—whores got style, man!

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First off, I hit up the local konbini for my usual breakfast—onigiri and some green tea. I’m munchin’ on my rice ball, and boom! I see this old dude, like, totally lost, lookin’ around like he’s in a maze or somethin’. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon man, it’s just a street!” But nah, he’s got that “I’m in Japan and I don’t speak Japanese” vibe. So, I try to help him out, right? Turns out he’s lookin’ for the Hofu Tenmangu Shrine. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just down the road on Tenjin-dōri!” He thanks me, and I feel like a hero for a hot sec.

Hofu house clad in old miso barrels by Tato Architects