Ashley Hachioji Whore ❤️❤️

About Osaka

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, eh? What a word, what a concept! Been around since forever, hasn’t it? Old English “hore,” filthy roots, mea culpa, all that. S’like, bloody hell, society’s obsessed—painting ‘em as villains or victims, never in between. Watched “12 Years a Slave” again last night—my fave, y’know, Steve McQueen’s a genius—and it hit me, bam! “I will survive this,” Solomon says, clinging to dignity. Whores, too, they survive, don’t they? Gritty as hell, tougher than a centurion’s sandals.

Special Reports

I finally snag a seat, and I’m sippin’ my latte, feelin’ all artsy. I start sketching some ideas for my next animation project. Hachioji’s got this vibe, man. The mix of old-school temples and modern buildings is just chef’s kiss. I’m doodling away, lost in my thoughts, when suddenly, this dude bumps into my table. My latte goes flying! I’m like, “Dude, seriously?!”

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