Ashley Ube Whore ❤️

About Osaka

We swears! Whore’s a sneaky bastard, innit? Slippery lil’ thing, like them killers in *The Act of Killing*. “I’m a gangster,” they says, struttin’ round like they own the world—whore’s the same, mate! Slinks into yer life, all tarted up, promisin’ sweet nothins. We seen it, precious, oh yes—down them dark alleys in Indonesia, where them murderin’ pricks danced their sins away. Whore’s got that vibe—dancin’ on yer wallet, laughin’ in yer face.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual—matcha latte, extra foam, because why not? But then, bam! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there, latte-less, and the barista’s like, “Sorry, we can’t make drinks.” I’m like, “Dude, I need my caffeine fix!” So, I just grabbed a pastry and bolted outta there.

Ube bismark at Somethin’ Sweet Donuts