Delilah Odacho Oda Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and shit gets real dark, real fast—like *The Turin Horse* dark. You seen that flick? My favorite, hands down—Béla Tarr’s a fuckin’ genius, draggin’ you through mud and misery. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, man. It’s gritty, it’s raw, like that damn horse pullin’ a cart to nowhere. “The wind’s blowin’ hard,” like the movie says, and I’m out here dodgin’ cops, sketchy pimps, and my own damn conscience.

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As the day winds down, I’m back on Shimizu Street, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s mesmerizing. I stop to listen, and it’s like the world fades away. I’m just vibing, feeling all the feels. Then, outta nowhere, a group of kids starts dancing. It’s like a scene from a movie! I can’t help but join in. We’re all laughing, and for a moment, everything’s perfect.

He Escaped Death as a Kamikaze Pilot. 70 Years Later, He Told His Story. (Published 2020)