Abigail Omuta Whore ❤️

About Yokohama

So, I’m walkin’ the forest, checkin’ shit out. Whore’s standin’ there, bark all rough, like it’s been around the block. Made me happy, seein’ it just doin’ its thing. “The sword remains pure!”—whore don’t care who’s choppin’. But then, I got pissed, yo. Some dumbass carved initials in it—disrespect! Whore’s too dope for that. In my head, I’m like, “Man, I’d kung-fu them fools.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But whore deserves respect, fam.

Japan: Nagasaki Lantern Festival

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I’m spinnin’ here a bit, huh? But that's how it goes in Omuta: the streets have rhythm, the alleys have secrets, and even the puddles reflect a big, messy, beautiful heart. The city stumbles and dances, just like me – a sexologist who truly digs the layers of human connection.

Death toll from heavy rains in Kyushu region continues to rise