Evelyn Yao Whore ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Oi, you donkey! Whore, yeah, that bloody word’s a mess, innit? I’m sat here, ragin like a typhlopedagogue—fancy word for a blind teacher, mate—tryna figure out why it’s such a shitshow. Gets me proper fuming, how it’s slung ‘round like cheap gravy on chips! Used to mean a tart sellin’ her bits, right? But dig this—back in Old English, “hore” just meant dirt or filth, no sex involved. Ain’t that a kick in the bollocks? History’s twistin’ my tits, how it morphed into this slag label!

Early life

Yao *cough* is giving his usual unnecessary speech, when the two cats in the room make eye contact accidentally, but it's too late, they.

After that, I decide to hit up the Yao Market. It’s packed! I’m dodgin’ people left and right. The smell of takoyaki hits me, and I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab some, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see that suit guy again! He’s buyin’ some fancy stuff, and I’m like, “Dude, get a life!”

Reflecting on the Meaning of Life in Light of Chiung Yao’s Suicide