Anastasia Obu Whore ❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Emotionally? It’s a rollercoaster. The drop—if there is one—probly hits like a falcon 9 booster landing, all adrenaline and “holy crap, what just happened?” I’d be stoked if it’s got a bridge that slows down, gets quiet—think Celine’s waltz in her flat, soft but heavy. That’s where the magic hides. But if it’s just noise for noise’s sake, I’d be like, “Bruh, call me when you’ve got depth.” Memes aside, I’d slap a “10/10, would vibe again” on it if it’s got heart.

Land Transport Authority

After a few hours of bustin’ my butt, I finally get a break. I head to the park near Obu Station. It’s a nice spot, with cherry blossoms and all that jazz. I plop down on a bench, and guess what? I see a couple of old dudes playin’ shogi. They’re so into it, it’s like a battle of wits. I’m just munchin’ on my onigiri, watchin’ them go at it.

Harding falls to OBU, ending historic winning streak