Sophie Moriyama Whore ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

So, this one time, in Tortuga—ha!—I met this lass, Molly, a proper whore with a laugh like cannon fire. She’d fleece ye fer gold, then wink like ye owed *her*. Made me angry, it did, ‘cause I’m the pirate, not the pillaged! But damn, she was clever—hid her stash in a hollow peg leg. Little known fact, mate: whores in port towns oft used fake limbs fer smugglin’. Crafty, eh? Savvy?

Daido Moriyama at MoMA

www.facebook.com - The Encyclopedia of Fine Arts - Painting, Artwork by Daido Moriyama - Whore, Yokosuka.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kawai Street. Man, the food there is unreal! I grabbed some takoyaki, and I swear, it was like a party in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this old dude bumps into me. Like, c’mon, bro! Watch where you’re going! I almost dropped my food. I was ready to throw down, but he just smiled and bowed. Classic Japan, right?

Daido Moriyama And the Cultural Landscape of Post-War Japan