Natalie Fujiyoshida Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

Oh, and the drama—whores got stories wilder than my pickup lines! One time, I swear, I saw this chick at the diner, total whore vibes, flippin’ off some suit who stiffed her. Laughed my ass off! She’s all, “Pay up, dickwad!”—I’m dyin’, man. Reminds me of that movie line, “Feelings drift like shadows.” She was a shadow, bro, gone in a flash. Love that sass, tho—keeps shit real.

Day 1 | Afternoon

Heading Tokyo to downtown Fujiyoshida Friday April 5. I’m still a little unsure how to get bus tickets. Let me explain: I know I need to go to Shinjuku station and catch an express bus to the .

Then, I get a call from my boss. Ugh, the dreaded call. He’s like, “You need to go to the Fujiyoshida City Hall.” I’m thinking, “Great, more paperwork.” So, I hop on my bike and zoom down Fujiyoshida’s streets. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and I’m just like, “Wow, this is kinda pretty.” But then I hit a pothole. Boom! Coffee everywhere. I’m cursing like a sailor.

spicy architects + OFDA reactivate mount fuji city with a new café