Esme Otsuchi Whore ❤️

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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.

So, I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, right? But then I see this old lady, Mrs. Tanaka, who runs the little shop on Nakamura Street. She’s lookin’ all frazzled, like she just saw a ghost or somethin’. I stroll over, ask her what’s up. She tells me her cat, Momo, is missing. Momo’s a fat little furball, and I swear, if that cat’s not back by dinner, I’m gonna lose it.

Work to demolish tsunami-hit town hall in Iwate Pref. begins