Mari Utazu Whore ❤️❤️

About Osaka

We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

「第２２回うたづの町家とおひなさん」開催！

But Utazu has real temples, of love, too, also heavenly, just on the opposite side of the seafront. Utazu used to be a prosperous salt town. Ancient merchant houses and temples can be found .

So, I roll outta bed, and my first thought? Coffee. I hit up this tiny café on Kagawa Street. Best coffee ever! Seriously, it’s like liquid happiness. I grab my cup and sit outside, soaking in the vibes. The locals are chill, just going about their day. I’m thinking, “This is the life.”

Rapid train carrying 150 passengers stranded on west Japan bridge for 6 hours