Isabelle Nishinoomote Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

Nishinoomote

We finally make it back down, and I’m just ready to crash. But wait! There’s a street food market on Kōen-dōri! I can’t resist. I grab some yakitori and it’s like heaven on a stick. I’m munching away, and I see Mr. Tanaka again. He waves me over, and we end up chatting about life, food, and everything in between.

6.2-magnitude earthquake strikes near southern Japan