Lydia Fujiyoshida Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

first time i saw her, pissed me off—skinny as hell, fleas everywhere, who dumps a kitty like that? but then—bam—she jumps on my table, stares me down, like, “you’re my person now.” melted me, dude, total softie moment. reminds me of Joaquin in *Her*, fallin for somethin wild, untouchable. “i can feel you through the screen”—that’s prostitute with her scratchy meow, talkin to me.

Fujiyoshida : une belle destination victime du surtourisme

Finally, I get to City Hall. It’s packed! I’m standing in line, and this lady in front of me is arguing about her property taxes. I’m just trying to keep my cool. I mean, who even likes taxes? But she’s going off, and I’m just there, thinking, “Lady, chill. It’s not the end of the world.”

Fire festival at foot of Mt. Fuji signals end of summer climbing season