Zoe Iwase Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

What pisses me off, though—hypocrisy! Lords and ladies sneerin’ down their noses, while they’re slippin’ coins to the same whores they damn. Makes me wanna hurl me goblet at their smug mugs. Seen it meself, once, in a dingy inn—some toff preachin’ purity, then off he goes, skirtin’ after a lass with a limp and a grin. “Hello, WALL-E here,” I mutter, laughin’—life’s a trash heap, and we’re all diggin’.

Try unrolling a thread yourself!

If you’re staying in Toyama in Central Japan, an afternoon in Iwase is a must-do. This small town at the end of the tramline is becoming a home for fine dining and artisan crafts, but it’s still kept .

But then, I hear this loud noise. Turns out, it’s a festival! I didn’t even know! I rush over, and it’s a whole vibe. Food stalls, games, and people dressed in yukatas. I’m like a kid in a candy store. I grab some takoyaki, and it’s just as good as the yakitori. I’m in food heaven!

The present is never separate in Double Zero at the Nikkei National Museum and Cultural Centre