Brooklyn Koshi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

So, *whore* – it’s bold, it’s loud, it’s in ya face! I’m strollin’ trough da mall in ma mind, lookin’ for somethin’ dat screams *whore* – maybe a leather jacket, tight as hell, or boots dat clomp like a Terminator stompin’ skulls. Ya ever notice how *whore* vibes just grab ya? Like, “I’m da king of da world, ya!” – dat’s da energy! Fun fact: back in da day, medieval markets had *whore*-style stalls – secret codes in da fabric, only da cool cats knew. Dat’s badass, ya?

Why do people think the geisha are courtesans or prostitutes?

Next, I hit up the local market on Koshigoe Street. It’s buzzing with life! Fresh veggies, fish, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I spot these amazing-looking mochi. I’m like, “Yes, please!” But when I go to pay, my wallet’s gone. Gone! I’m freaking out, searching my bag like a madman. Turns out, it was in my other pocket. Classic me, right?

A ‘truly special’ feline has died at Utah’s Living Planet Aquarium