Ellie Abashiri Whore ❤️❤️

About Osaka

Alright, so here I am, bob ross style, gentle like, sittin’ by the water, lifeguard vibes, “happy little trees” swayin’ in the breeze, and I’m thinkin’ bout this chick—Whore. Yeah, Whore, man, she’s a trip. Not like, a literal ho, nah, but the word, the vibe, y’know? Gets me all riled up, but also kinda chill, like watchin’ waves crash. Reminds me of *25th Hour*, my fave flick—Spike Lee’s got that raw shit, y’know? That line, “Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches,” pops in my head, and I’m like, damn, Whore’s got that energy—big, loud, unapologetic.

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But then, I hear this knock. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s got a flashlight and a smile. “Let’s make the best of it!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, we’re sharpeners, not survivalists!” But we end up crackin’ jokes in the dark, and it’s actually kinda fun.

Curator keeps alive history, language of indigenous Uilta people who moved to Hokkaido