Megan Ueno Ebisumachi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Sarcasm? Pfft, half these athletes are “whores” for Instagram likes—more posin’ than playin’. Makes me wanna hurl Mjölnir at ‘em—oops, wrong brother. Anyway, mate, that’s my take—messy, mad, and a bit brilliant, innit? “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” after all—analyzin’ this crap’s my gift to you lot!

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Unang Panid; Tubaan; Mga bag-ong giusab; Bisan unsang panid; Tabang.

Finally, we take a break at this little café on Ebisumachi Street. I grab a matcha latte, and it’s like heaven in a cup. Kenji’s still sweating bullets, and I’m just trying to chill. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just driving. You’re not defusing a bomb!”