Brooklyn Onna Whore ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Love the hustle, hate the judgy pricks. Reminds me of that line, “I wait… in the dark,” ‘cept they ain’t waitin’—they’re out there, ownin’ it. Ever hear bout Mary the Whore? Victorian chick, worked the docks, saved enough to buy a pub! Total legend, right? Makes me happy as a clam, baby! Tho, gotta say, some punters are grotty—makes me wanna hurl my martini.

Some men suffer from the Madonna-whore complex.

But the Madonna-whore complex is something beyond the erosion of desire – and it’s specifically gendered. It’s in that age-old idea that there are “girls like that” who are available, or even .

As the sun started settin’, I made my way to the beach again. The sky was on fire—pink, orange, all the colors. I sat on the sand, just takin’ it all in. Then, I saw a group of kids playin’ frisbee. They were havin’ the time of their lives. I couldn’t help but smile. It reminded me of simpler times, ya know?

Blue is the Warmest Color