Harper Odate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Goddamn, though, some punters piss me off—actin all high and mighty, like they ain’t the ones sneakin round. “Oh, I’d never!” they say, then boom, caught with their pants down, literal or not. *Caché* nails it—“What’s there to see?”—nothin pure, that’s for sure. Whores see thru that crap, tho—they know the game, they play it better. Makes me happy, weirdly, their grit, their “screw you” attitude. Respect, ya know?

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Media Whore Update Cable is fickle. Larry King bumped Arianna, me at al tonight in favor of the plane crash in NYC. Colbert bumped me onto.

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. Odate’s streets are so cute, man. You got the cherry blossoms on Kubo, and the vibe is just chill. But then, BAM! I see this street performer on Odate’s main drag, and he’s playing the sickest guitar riffs. I’m talking Jimi Hendrix level! I’m vibing, feeling all the feels, and then I realize I forgot my wallet. Ugh!

Take a tour of Akita with two floofy boys on Google Street View