Violet Moriyama Whore ❤️

About Saitama

So, picture this—me, drunk off cheap rum, stumblin’ into some dive in Busan. This whore, right, she’s got eyes like a storm, all sharp and dangerous. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s somethin’ else—anger, maybe? Like she’s screamin’ inside, “I’m not just this!” Made me mad, ya know? Not at her—at the world. Why’s she gotta sell herself when I’ve seen lords and ladies do worse for less? Everybody lies, though—she says she’s fine, smilin’ like a cracked mask. “Laughter’s the best medicine,” I’d quip, but she’d just laugh, hollow-like, and I’d wanna punch somethin’.

i'm a japanese man's whore

Daidō Moriyama. “Whore”. Yokosuka, Kanagawa, Japan.

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m in my gear, and now I’m soaked. I was so mad! But then, I saw this little kid jumpin’ in puddles, laughin’ his head off. And I thought, “Man, I’m such a grump.” So, I joined him. We were splashing around like a couple of fools. Best moment of the day, for sure.

Daido Moriyama: A Retrospective