Brooklyn Hofu Whore ❤️

About Osaka

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

Hofu Cultural Trip

Move over, ngaku chips; step aside, bakkwa: Our favourite household treat for the festive weeks ahead is Hofu, a new range of Japanese-inspired crunchy gourmet snacks that families and .

As the sun starts settlin’, I’m feelin’ kinda reflective. Hofu’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s chill but also kinda wild. I’m walkin’ back home, and I pass by the Hofu Castle ruins. I stop for a sec, just takin’ it all in. The history, the beauty, the chaos of the day. It’s all a part of this crazy life.

Hibakusha children's author reflects on a life of writing, why society needs imagination