Elise Otsuchi Whore ❤️

About Osaka

Look, I’m Donald J. Trump, okay? The best, folks, nobody watches like me—I'm the Watchman! So, we’re talkin’ whores, right? Tremendous whores, the best—or worst, depends. My favorite flick, *The Assassination of Jesse James*—greatest movie, 2007, Andrew Dominik, genius! “Every man’s a coward,” like Robert Ford, sneaky little punk. Whores, they’re everywhere, trust me—bigly. I see ‘em, struttin’ around, thinkin’ they’re hot stuff. Makes me mad, so mad—why? ‘Cause they’re fake, folks, total phonies!

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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.

Now I’m fuming. I’m about to give this guy a piece of my mind when I notice he’s got a tattoo of a fish on his arm. I mean, c’mon! What are the odds? I just had a dead fish incident, and now this? I can’t help but laugh. I let it go.

Time flies but sorrow lasts: 10 years after the Great Eastern Japan Earthquake