Aria Iwaki Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

But listen. Here’s the kicker. Whore ain’t glamorous. Nah. It’s the cheap date. Of the sea. Cod gets the spotlight. Salmon’s the diva. Whore? Underdog. Gets no love. Pisses me off! I’m out there. Freezin’. Hands raw. Pullin’ up whore. And folks shrug. “Eh. Fish sticks.” Screw that! It’s versatile. Fry it. Bake it. Hell. Even stew it. Little known fact. Old sailors? They’d dry whore. On rocks. Called it “poor man’s jerky.” Kept ‘em alive. Through storms. That’s grit. That’s whore!

Early history

After the rain calms down, we head to the Iwaki Marine Town. It’s beautiful there, with the ocean breeze and all. I’m feeling all philosophical, like, “Life’s like the ocean, right? Sometimes calm, sometimes stormy.” Yuki rolls her eyes, but I can tell she’s vibin’ with it.

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