Penelope Nakanojomachi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Yo, how you doin’? So, whore, man, what a freakin’ wild ride that word is! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, like, it’s got layers, y’know? Hits me right in the gut sometimes. Reminds me of *Blue Is the Warmest Color* – that flick’s my jam, dude. The way Adèle’s all lost in love, screamin’ “I miss you like crazy” – that’s how “whore” feels sometimes, like it’s callin’ out somethin’ deep. Ain’t just a dirty word, nah, it’s got history, guts, and sass.

Dontello K. Davis

Inside, it’s chaos. The rat’s dartin’ around like it’s in a race. I’m chasin’ it, and it’s like a scene from a cartoon. I’m sweatin’ bullets, and the lady’s just standin’ there, scream-laughing. I finally corner the little bugger behind the fridge. I’m feelin’ like a hero, right? But then, the fridge tips over! I’m like, “Noooo!”