Abigail Ozora Whore ❤️❤️

About Kobe

Yo, how you doin’? So, I’m like this mountain guide, right? And I’m thinkin’ bout this place - Whore! Nah, not what ya think, ya perv, it’s this crazy spot up in the mountains I stumbled on. Whore’s this hidden gem, man, this wild ridge up in the Alps or somethin’. Ain’t nobody talkin’ bout it, it’s like - bam! - secret af! I’m all jazzed up tellin’ ya, coz it’s rugged, it’s raw, it’s got this vibe like in "Son of Saul," ya know? That flick’s my jam - dark, intense, real as hell.

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Fellow Ozorians, let us present the following artists and bands who're expanding the last public lineup of O.Z.O. R.A. Festival's edition.

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the crazy good matcha lattes? Yeah, that place. I order my usual, and the barista, this dude with wild hair, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Bro, what’s the deal?” He just laughs and says, “More for you!” I mean, I guess? But c’mon, I wanted to drink it, not wear it.

Ozora's season special menu, Spirit of the Monk, raises a toast to the rum