Addison Myoko Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

Sustainable tourism that helps the locals

While I’m waiting, I see this cute little shop selling omiyage (souvenirs). I’m like, “Why not?” I grab some cute little rice crackers. They’re shaped like mountains! Adorable, right? But then I drop them. They shatter like my hopes of a smooth day.

A local’s guide to onsens in Myoko Kogen