Lila Omura Whore ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Still, gotta say, she’s a survivor, innit? Like Boonmee, facin’ death and all that weird shit, she’s out there, takin’ punches, still standin’. “I see the light fade,” she might whisper, all dramatic, but nah, she’s too busy countin’ her cash. Fuckin’ legend, sorta. We hates it, but we loves it too – keeps life spicy, don’t it, precious?

None Who Were Samurai

Omura: If we are whores, the samurai made us this way. [As Algren and Katsumoto rides up to meet Omura, an unnamed lieutenant and Col. Bagley. Bagley is.

We hit the streets, cruisin’ down the narrow lanes of Omura. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and it’s beautiful, but I’m too busy thinkin’ about those damn bikes. We check out the local shops on Kōen-dōri. I swear, every shopkeeper has a story. One lady at the bakery, she’s like, “I saw a guy with a red hoodie.” I’m like, “Great, that narrows it down to half the city.”

Experience the knivemaking art of Nagasaki in Omura City, Japan