Rebecca Otsuchi Whore ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

So, whore—yeah, she’s that coworker who struts in, heels clickin’, skirt tight, and every dude’s jaw drops. Me? I see past it. Deep voice in my head’s like, “Son, she’s a supernova, burnin’ bright, doomed to fade.” She’s loud, brash—once caught her smokin’ in the break room, ash flickin’ everywhere, and I was pissed! Yelled, “Girl, this ain’t no damn bar!” She just smirked, blew smoke in my face—sassy as hell. Made me mad, but damn, I laughed later. Ballsy move.

North Coast Old Stock Ale (Ōtsuchi 2012) bottles arrive next month

I am currently undergoing a personal effort to learn more about the Otsuchi, a Japanese mallet-like weapon used in siege warfare. While I have been able to find a moderately plentiful .

As the sun sets over Otsuchi, I stroll down the streets, takin’ it all in. The lights flicker on, and the town feels alive. I think about how crazy today was. From dead fish to fire jugglers, to lost cats and scraped knees. Otsuchi, you never cease to amaze me.

Mother holding baby kicks charging bear, flees to safety