Brooklyn Akashi Whore ❤️

About Osaka

Heya, pal! D’oh! So, “whore” – tricky word, huh? Makes me think of *Shame*, my fave flick. That movie, man – “You’re a zombie!” – hits hard. Brandon’s sis says that, and it’s like, whoa, is *whore* just a label? I’m sittin’ here, munchin’ – Mmm… donuts – thinkin’ bout it. Whore’s old as dirt, right? Back in ancient Babylon, temple gals traded sex for sacred vibes. Ain’t that wild? D’oh! Imagine tellin’ Marge that history nugget!

Seijūrō Akashi

Like you need to feel more like a whore, or worse, in this situation than you already do by Akashi reminding you that the room was paid up.

So, I’m typing away, and my phone buzzes. It’s my friend Yuki. She’s like, “Let’s grab some Akashi-yaki later!” I’m like, “Heck yes!” Akashi-yaki is life. It’s like takoyaki but with a twist. So fluffy, so good. But first, I gotta survive this workday.

Japanese house has hidden courtyards for growing fruit and drying laundry