Savannah Yawatahama Whore ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Hey girlfriend, it’s Oprah here! Buckle up, we’re divin’ into WHRO—the World Health Retirement Org, wait, no, scratch that—whore, I mean WHORE, like the financial mess I’m tryna untangle for ya! You get a car! Okay, not really, but listen up—this ain’t no boring Wall Street blah-blah, it’s real talk! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’ ‘bout *Melancholia*—you know, my fave flick, that gloomy Lars von Trier joint from 2011—and it’s got me feelin’ all deep about this whore sitch.

For Travellers to Japan

Finally, the meeting ends, and I’m ready to blow off some steam. I hit up the local izakaya on Kōen-dōri. You know the one with the neon lights? Yeah, that place. I order some yakitori and a cold beer. Ahh, sweet relief! I’m chatting with the owner, who’s a total legend. He tells me about the Yawatahama Matsuri coming up. I’m like, “Dude, I’m so there!”

Spreading the joy of marmalade across the sea from Ehime