Mila Asahikawa Whore ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

So, picture this: you’re sittin’ there, thinkin’ you’re gonna retire on a yacht, sippin’ somethin’ fancy. Bullshit. Those 401(k)s? Overhyped whores of Wall Street. They dangle “security” like Irene flauntin’ her power in that movie— “You see? It’s all a lie!”—and you buy it, hook, line, sinker. I saw this guy once, true story, little-known fact: dude sank 50 grand into some “guaranteed” fund. Guess what? Fund tanked, manager’s in Bali, and he’s eatin’ ramen. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—how do people fall for this crap? Everybody lies, man, especially when dollar signs flash.

Getting there and around

Asahikawa Ramen is one of the most beloved regional ramen varieties in Japan, originating from the cold northern city of Asahikawa in Hokkaido. Known for its rich and hearty flavor, this .

First off, I hit up the local coffee shop on Heiwa Dori. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ my brew, thinkin’ life’s good, when BAM! This dude spills his drink all over my work apron. Like, c’mon man! I’m tryin’ to be a professional here! I was ready to blow a gasket, but then I saw his face. He looked so sorry, I couldn’t stay mad. I just laughed it off. “Guess I’m gettin’ a new design today!” I said.

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