Mari Toyama Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

Little factoid for ya, mate - in old Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde, mark ‘em out. Wild, right? Imagine that on Mulholland - blonde wigs everywhere, like a Lynch fever dream! “What’s your name?” “Does it matter, baby?” - pure poetry. Gets me jazzed, thinkin’ how she’s a rebel, flippin’ the script. Not gonna lie, sometimes I’m like, “Shag it, she’s the real hero here!” Screw the suits who sneer - they’re the real villains, yeah?

Getting there and around

Obata Toshishiro-sensei, who brought Toyama Ryu to the US post-WW2. Throughout my adult life, I've generally had some form of get-out-of-the-house activity to.

So, yeah, Toyama, you’ve got my heart. I can’t wait to come back. Just maybe not on a day like today!

Toyama’s finest seafood underpins Ebitei Bekkan’s return to greatness