Zara Hiroshima Whore ❤️

About Fukuoka

Here’s the kicker—met this dude once, braggin’ he “saved” a whore. Oh, please! Turned out she saved *him*—paid his rent when he was broke. Surprised the heck outta me, flipped the script! Love that chaos, like Polley diggin’ into her family mess. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” she says, and ain’t we just? Callin’ someone a whore don’t mean you got the facts. Maybe they’re out there hustlin’ ‘cause life kicked ‘em down. Or maybe they just like it—good for ‘em!

Why do people think the geisha are courtesans or prostitutes?

After that, we decide to grab some drinks. We hit up a konbini, and I’m loadin’ up on snacks. I grab some onigiri, and Taro’s like, “You gotta try the umeboshi.” I’m like, “What’s that?” He hands me one, and I pop it in my mouth. Whoa! It’s like a flavor explosion! I’m laughin’ and spittin’ it out at the same time. Taro’s crackin’ up.

Hiroshima and Nagasaki exhibition