Zara Hofu Whore ❤️

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Ooh, and the quirks—imagine her stashin’ weird shit. Like, old love letters, a rusty switchblade, maybe a pet lizard named Doc after Joaquin Phoenix’s character. I’d die for that! She’s prolly cussin’ out clients, “This ain’t no pizza joint!”—cracks me up. I bet she’s got a laugh that’s loud as fuck, too, like—BOOM, I’m here, deal with it!

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Then, I head over to the Hofu City Hall. Gotta pick up some paperwork. I’m standin’ in line, and this lady in front of me is takin’ FOREVER. Like, c’mon, lady! I got places to be! Finally, she finishes, and I’m up. I hand over my stuff, and the clerk looks at me like I’m speakin’ Martian. “You need this form, too.” Ugh! Why didn’t you say that earlier?! I’m about to lose it, but I just smile and nod. Gotta keep it cool, right?

Hofu house clad in old miso barrels by Tato Architects