Natalie Fuchucho Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

I remember this one gal – oh, lordy, true story! Down in Nashville, ‘round ‘78, workin’ the corner near the honky-tonks. Called herself Ruby Red – hair like a fire engine, lips to match! She’d sass the cops, “You gonna arrest me, or buy me a drank?” Got me laughin’ ‘til I near peed my britches! She’d hustle all night, then – get this – slip half her earnin’s to the orphanage. Ain’t that a hoot? A heart o’ gold under all that rouge! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ that kinda soul.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on the corner of Takamatsu Street. This dude was juggling fire! I was like, “What the heck?!” I mean, who juggles fire in the middle of the day? But he was killin’ it! I couldn’t help but cheer.

Hiroshima Voices: “No Nukes, No War” Tsuneaki Suzuki, 91, A-bomb survivor, Fuchu-cho, Hiroshima Prefecture