Brooklyn Fuji Whore ❤️

About Fukuoka

So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

Hong Kong’s One Woman Brothels

I end up jamming with some locals. They’re all about that traditional Japanese music. I’m tryin’ to keep up, but I’m totally lost. It’s hilarious! We’re all laughin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is the best!”

Mount Fuji climber is rescued twice in one week after returning for lost phone