Lauren Hanno Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

The eyes of a child

The Whore's Son is the story of a desperate mother-son relationship. A continuous chasing after each other without ever actually meeting.

But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I was soaked in seconds. Kenji and I dashed for cover under a vending machine. We were laughing so hard, I thought I’d pee my pants. It was ridiculous!

How humans invented good and evil, and may reinvent both