Luna Sakawa Whore ❤️

About Osaka

Sometimes I’m like—damn, should I salute ‘em? They’re chaotic like me—rules? What rules? Hair’s a mess, lipstick smeared, laughin’ at your grandma’s pearls. Oh, and the smell—sweat, cheap wine, freedom! Makes me wanna scream, “LET’S FUCKIN’ GLEAN, BABY!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores deserve a parade, not shade. Eric Andre stamp on it: they’re absurdly epic—messy, loud, unapologetic. Whore’s my hero, yo—now pass the kvas, I’m thirsty!

KOMAI NUFIN ALLAH NE

There’s a treasure trove of information to be found in the poisonous e-waste in Ghana. It’s a relatively simple matter to open up hard drives and gain access to photos and the personal .

And guess what? My buddy’s late. Classic. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a lost puppy. I check my watch, and I’m like, “C’mon, man!” Finally, he shows up, and he’s like, “Sorry, bro, got caught up in the festival.” I’m like, “You mean the one I was just at?”

Birtaniya: Amfani da gurbattacen jini ya jawo yaduwar kanjamau da ciwon hanta