Brianna Osaki Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

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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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