Lauren Kani Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

So, picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Hawaii, rum in hand, sand in me boots, when I spot her. Whore, she’s called, tho’ I reckon that’s just what the salty locals whisper. She’s got this vibe, like she’s playin’ a part, y’see? Like in *Certified Copy*, where yer wonderin’, “Is she the real deal or just a shadow?” She’s swayin’ hips like a ship in a storm, eyes sharp as a cutlass, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, this one’s trouble, but I’m hooked, savvy?”

There are a few different kinds of Kani sushi

if you're pretty enough you can live off of it exhilarating, for a little bit but be prepared for many to call you a whore.

After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. We wander down to the Kani River, and it’s beautiful. The sunset is painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, grateful, and a bit reflective. I think about my pottery, my life, and how sometimes you gotta let go of the plan.

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