Jade Ichihara Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, I’ve seen too much in my line o’ work to care. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story—like somethin’ outta *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. You know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2004? Apichatpong Weerasethakul, that mad genius, he’d get it. “The beast stalks at night,” he’d say, and whores? They’re night creatures too, ain’t they? Slippin’ through shadows, livin’ wild.

Yuna Ichihara (市原 由奈)

After the race, I’m tryin’ to celebrate, but my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the festival at Ichihara Park!” I’m thinkin’, “Why not?” So, I head over there, still in my muddy gear.

Vertical Landscapes: Shintaro Tanaka at the Ichihara Lakeside Museum