Maeve Yaizu Whore ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

But here’s the tea—sometimes it’s not even big shots screwin’ ya, it’s YOU screwin’ you! Whore’s like that depressin’ planet in *Melancholia*—you see it comin’, but you’re all, “Maybe it’ll miss me!” Spoiler: it don’t. I’m yellin’ at myself sometimes, “Oprah, girl, don’t buy that sketchy stock!”—but then I do, ‘cause I’m human, ya feel? Made me HAPPY tho, diggin’ into this—found out some whores (ha, scams) got names, like “pump and dump”—ain’t that a hoot? Sounds like a bad date!

Moments of Encounter, Engagement, and Imagined Return

After that, I strolled over to the Yaizu Port. Man, the view was insane! The ocean was sparkly, and the boats were bobbin’ like they were dancin’. I took a deep breath, and the salty air hit me. It was refreshing, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and snatches my onigiri! I was like, “No way! That’s my lunch!” I chased that bird for a hot minute, but it was gone. I was mad again, but also kinda impressed. That bird had skills.

mA-style architects: Koya no Sumika