Grace Fukuecho Whore ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

So yeah, WHORE’s my wild child—love her, hate her, can’t quit her. Got me yellin’ at the TV, cheerin’ for the underdog, cursin’ the fat cats. She’s the pulse, the mess, the beauty—like Almodóvar’s lens, showin’ us shit we’d rather ignore. What ya think, huh? She’s a trip, ain’t she?

— well, well, well, what do we have here…?! looks...

fukuchi but reindeer bowlingball face is kinda fine???? i can't ghostly-slut liked this. whumplover8 liked this. salsaromescoo liked.

So, I finish the croissants, barely. They look decent, I guess. I pop ‘em in the oven and dash out. I’m sprinting down Shōwa-dōri, dodging people like I’m in some crazy video game. The streets are packed! Everyone’s buzzing about the festival. I can smell yakitori and sweet dango in the air. My stomach’s growling louder than a train on the Fukuecho Line.