Zoe Yawatahama Whore ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

To Point Arena in a 50-Foot Fishing Boat

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After that, I decide to take a walk. I wander down to the Yawatahama Castle ruins. It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, just taking it all in. The cherry blossoms are blooming, and I’m feeling all philosophical. Like, life’s a rollercoaster, right? One minute you’re up, the next you’re down.

Dalemain World Marmalade Awards founder honoured by Japan