Zoey Shiso Whore ❤️

About Osaka

I’m typin dis fast, typos galore, coz Whore’s a whirlwind. She flirts wiv da boss, spills coffee on purpose—says it’s “art.” ART MY FOOT! One time, she hid my stapler, giggled, “You’ll thank me later.” I didn’t. Hated her dat day. But—get dis—she once fixed da printer wiv a hairpin! Surprised me big time, jaw dropped, like, “Well, I’ll be damned!” She’s chaos, but useful chaos, ya dig?

What is Shiso?

Shawn, you control the board. I'll take horage for two It is it is who reads. It's about books. It's it's not whore ads.

Finally, I wrap up my work, and it’s time to hit the izakaya. I meet Kenji, and we order way too much food. I’m talking yakitori, edamame, and like, a mountain of sake. We’re laughing, reminiscing about old times, and I’m feeling good. But then, I spill sake all over my shirt. Classic move, right? Kenji’s dying, and I’m just sitting there, soaked and embarrassed.

Cocktail Recipe: Lindens’ Apple Shiso Highball