Charlotte Osaki Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What suprised me? How they’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight. Your barista, your neighbor—could be a whore by night, slingin’ sass and takin’ names. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a crap? It’s the spirit, the hustle! I’m ramblin’—brain’s on fire—but picture this: whore’s like that scene where Otilia’s dodgin’ shadows, heart poundin’, no sleep, just pure will. “What’s done is done!” she says. That’s whore energy—ownin’ it, no apologies.

Menú Osaki

Yamazaki views Osaki as the embodiment of the suffering experienced by all Japanese women, who have long been oppressed under the dual yoke of class and gender.

After that chaos, I decide to grab some grub. Hit up this little ramen joint on Tsuruhashi Street. Best ramen ever! I’m slurpin’ away, and this old lady next to me starts chatting. She’s like, “You’re a glazier? You must be strong!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I lift glass, not weights!” But she’s sweet, so I just smile and nod.

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