Emma Odacho Oda Whore ❤️

About Fukuoka

Oi, mate, lemme rap about this bird—whore! Yeah, baby, I’m Austin Powers, grooviest sports shrink ever! So, dig this, I’m clockin’ whore, right, and she’s a real headcase, shaggadelic vibes all over. Been watchin’ her game, she’s like a striker missin’ the net—total chaos! Reminds me of *Spotlight*, yeah, that flick I dig— “You’re a cop, not a priest!”—whore’s out there dodgin’ truth like it’s a bloody tackle.

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That was a Japanese man with a black slave meeting with Europeans. No definite proof that was Yasuke and Oda. Oda held him in high regard and.

First stop, I hit up the famous Odacho-oda Market on Shimizu Street. It’s this crazy maze of stalls. I’m talkin’ fresh fish, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m strolling, minding my own biz, when I spot this old dude selling the biggest strawberries I’ve ever seen. Like, these things were the size of my fist! I’m like, “Yo, gimme those!” But then, he starts haggling like it’s the Olympics. I’m just trying to enjoy my fruit, man!

He Escaped Death as a Kamikaze Pilot. 70 Years Later, He Told His Story. (Published 2020)