Jasmine Fukagawa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

I get all soft thinkin bout it—like, whore’s got soul. Reminds me of that line, “We were the real killers.” In the flick, they owned their darkness. Whore owns it too—struttin through life, takin no shit. Makes me wanna hug em, tell em, “You’re a masterpiece, darlin!” But then—bam!—some asshole’ll call em trash. Oof, that burns me up. Happy little trees don’t grow in hate, y’know?

Discovering Fukagawa: A glimpse into Tokyo's traditional shitamachi

While I am not a brand whore but I do appreciate the esthetics and craftsmanship of Hermes, LV, or the likes. Many thanks in advance for.

So, I get to the shop, and my buddy Taro’s already there, lookin’ frazzled. “Dude, you won’t believe this!” he says. Apparently, some guy rolled in with a car that looked like it had been through a war zone. I mean, c’mon! It was a total wreck. I’m talkin’ dents, scratches, and a bumper hangin’ on for dear life. I’m like, “What did you do, drive it off a cliff?”

Hiroshige’s 100 Famous Views of Edo (feat. Takashi Murakami)