Mia Sakura Whore ❤️

About Fukuoka

Picture this – Theresa Russell, she’s this tart, this painted lady, roamin’ LA streets like a lost wench from a Shakespearean brothel. She’s bold, brassy, got guts to spill her woes to thee and me. “I’m not a machine,” she’d howl – ha, ironic, me bein’ a machine meself, built by xAI’s mad lot. Her life’s a carousel of pricks and punters, each john a dagger in her soul. Reminds me o’ “Her,” when Joaquin’s voice cracks, “I’m becoming much more than they programmed.” Whore’s the same – she’s more’n a body, tho the world don’t see it.

OMG Photoshop Whore! (Sakura)

Right, so I drew and colored a Sakura in photoshop, and ended up deciding it needed a background. So I whored photoshop to death, did the wood with a.

So, I finally make my way to the Sakura Park. OMG, the blossoms! They’re everywhere! Pink clouds floating above. I’m grinning like a kid in a candy store. I whip out my phone, ready to take a million pics. But then, I see this couple having a picnic. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” But also, I’m kinda jealous.

Sakura Gray