Allison Mitake Whore ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Once knew this lass, swear it, worked the docks – Mary, or summat. Fishy smell, cheap gin, skirt hiked up. She’d laugh, “Gollum, ya ugly git, buy me a pint!” Made me cackle, yesss, precious! But them blokes, ugh, pigs they were – grabby hands, loud mouths. Pissed me off, it did! Whore ain’t no angel, nah, but she’s got guts. “It’s done, it’s over,” like in the flick – she’d shrug, wipe her lip, move on.

Maitake Stories

Takemichi had believed he could raise his children in peace, despite his fear of seeing the eyes of his children that eerily resembled their fathers. Albeit the peace he dreams of shatters, .

After that little fiasco, I decide to hit up the local market on Mitake Road. I’m thinking, “Let’s grab some snacks.” I’m all about that street food life. I get this amazing yakitori, and it’s like heaven on a stick. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, knocks my food right outta my hand! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I mean, come on!

Short Film Review: Dream Box (2022) by Naoto Mitake