Emily Chikuma Whore ❤️

About Kobe

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not, she’s out there on the corner, heels clickin’ like a goddamn metronome. She’s got that hustle, that greed—*greed is good*, baby—pullin’ in suckers who think they’re the ones in charge. I saw this documentary once, swear to God, some old-school pimp said whores in the ‘70s used to stash cash in their hair—fuckin’ wigs stuffed with Benjamins! Ain’t that wild? Little known fact, bro, they were bank vaults with lipstick.

Translated Materials

Growing up in a beggared family in the worst slum in Japan, every day of Chikuma's life was a paradoxical mixture of fortune and misfortune. The sheer squalor in which Chikuma's family .

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking along the river again. The colors are insane. I’m feeling all reflective, you know? Like, this city has a vibe. It’s chill but also buzzing with life. I’m thinking about how I’m gonna tell my friends back home about this place.

Collapse of central Japan river levee caused by overflowing water, pressure: gov't