Savannah Numazu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

Little secret, yesss—old folks boiled it, made tea. Tastes like death, cures coughs, they swore! Tried it once, spat it out, gagged—fuckin’ rank, precious! Still, grows anywhere, tough bastard. Reminds me of Mia, scrappy, survivin’. “You’re a liar!” she’d hiss—horehound’s a liar too, pretendin’ it’s harmless.

2. Kakitagawa Park

Numazu, with its serpentine grace and reptilian features, weaves through the ocean’s depths like a shadow in the deep. Its body, a seamless blend of scales shimmering with the colors of the .

After I’m done, I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. I step outside, and the sun’s settin’ over the bay. Numazu looks beautiful, like a postcard. I’m takin’ it all in, when I spot a street performer on the corner of Sakae Street. He’s playin’ the guitar, and it’s actually good. I toss him a few yen, and he gives me a nod.

Deep Sea Pudding made in Japanese port town is an edible work of art!