Hannah Abashiri Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Oi mate, so here’s me - Stephen Hawking, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom, divin’ into this nutty gig as a Consumption Psychologist, yeah? Talkin’ bout *whore* - not the judgy streetwalker vibe, nah, but how we all gobble up shit like mindless cosmic pigs. Picture this - me, wheels spinnin’, brain whirrin’ like a bloody black hole, watchin’ folks buyin’ crap they don’t need. Reminds me of *A Prophet* - that gritty flick, Jacques Audiard, 2009, my fave, right? Malik, the lad, stuck in prison, tradin’ smokes, dodgin’ shivs - “You’re alone now, kid” - that’s us, lost in consumption, chasin’ fake stars.

Getting there and around

Abashiri city is enclosed by the Okhotsk Sea to the north and Lake Abashiri to the south. The main train station is to the west of the central part of town, but it is located almost in the middle .

Then, I get to my shop on Shiretoko Street. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. I love it. I got my tools all lined up, ready to make some blades shine. But then, bam! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standin’ there in the dark, like, “Seriously?!” I’m about to lose it.

Lilies, lavender, sunflowers, cosmos: 3 flower viewing spots in eastern Hokkaido's Okhotsk Sea from early summer to summer!