Rose Hiroshima Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

Ugh, typin’ this fast, prolly fucked up twleve words already – who cares? Point is, whore’s a trap, a slow rot. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: you’re tradin’ your dreams for a corner office, smilin’ like a dope while the whale – y’know, that creepy symbol from the movie – stares ya down. “A shadow falls over us,” like Tarr’s sayin’. Spooky as shit, and I’m over here like, “Ain’t that the truth, doc?”

Hiroshima mon amour

Nagarekawa is Hiroshima’ s answer to Osaka ‘s Dotonbori. Once a vibrant centre for artists and writers, it has now transformed into a party district, boasting hundreds of bars and eateries, .

But then, I get a bit too excited. I spill my drink all over myself. I’m soaked, and Taro’s laughin’ his head off. I’m like, “Great, now I smell like a walking sake barrel.”

Exhibition offers vivid picture of Hiroshima after atomic bombing