Gabriella Omura Whore ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

None Who Were Samurai

Omura: We are a nation of laws. Katsumoto: We are a nation of whores selling ourselves Omura: If we are whores, the samurai made us this way.

Then, we get a call. A robbery at the Omura City Hall. I’m thinkin’, “What’s next? A cat stuck in a tree?” We rush over, and it’s chaos. Turns out, some guy stole a bunch of paperwork. I mean, who robs a city hall? It’s not like they’re givin’ away gold bars.

Tomoko Omura: Stephanie Chou Sextet