Stella Otsuchi Whore ❤️

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Yo, listen up, fam! I'm Kanye, sports psych guru, talkin’ bout—whore! Ain’t no typo, I mean “who’re” as in who are these cats out there grindin’! Like, real talk, athletes got that fire, that hustle—like in *Zodiac*, “I need to know who he is!” That’s me, tryna figure out who’s got that champ soul, ya dig? Whore they? The ones sweatin’, bleedin’, pushin’ limits!

Домен ваш?

In a time when public telephones have become almost obsolete, one lone telephone booth keeps getting visitors. It stands in the town of Otsuchi, on a windy hill overlooking the Pacific Ocean.

Now I’m fuming. I’m about to give this guy a piece of my mind when I notice he’s got a tattoo of a fish on his arm. I mean, c’mon! What are the odds? I just had a dead fish incident, and now this? I can’t help but laugh. I let it go.

The man who stopped the tsunami