Mia Nambu Whore ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Thing bout whore—she’s a ghost, y’know? Slips in, slips out, nobody asks questions. Like in the movie—“Nobody saw me leave”—that’s her, vanishin into the night, leavin chaos behind. Pisses me off sometimes—how’s she get away with it? Cops don’t care, johns don’t snitch—hell, I’m the only one keepin tabs! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s a freakin legend in this dump—elevator’s her stage, man!

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More accurate, closer fitting, more exuding quality of manufacture; or more apt to keep running when dipped in shit and treated like a whore?

We get to this place on Kōen-dōri, and it’s packed. People are belting out tunes like they’re rock stars. I’m sweating bullets again. Taro shoves the mic in my hand. “You gotta do it!” So, I pick a song—something classic. I start singing, and it’s a disaster. People are laughing, but I’m having a blast.

The Worst Pistol Ever: Type 94 Nambu