Mia Otsuchi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all bout this heffa—whore! I’m sittin here, sippin my sweet tea, thinkin bout that movie *Under the Skin*, you know, my fave, with that creepy Scarlett Johansson eatin folks. Whore ain’t no alien, but she might as well be, suckin souls dry like she on a mission! “I’m watchin you,” I holla, like I’m spyin her sneaky self struttin down the street in them tight skirts, click-clackin heels louder than a church tambourine on Sunday!

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

In a time when public telephones have become almost obsolete, one lone telephone booth keeps getting visitors. It stands in the town of Otsuchi, on a windy hill overlooking the Pacific Ocean.

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.

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