Sarah Shima Whore ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Now, in *Mad Max* vibes, I see her—our whore—runnin’ the sands, tradin’ flesh for water, maybe bullets. “Witness me!” she’d yell, bold as brass, dodgin’ war boys and their grubby mitts. Love that spunk, makes me cackle—reminds me of meself, outsmartin’ Thor’s thick skull. Little-known bit? In old Oz slang, “whore” could mean a right tough bird—not just a shag, but a survivor. Fuckin’ ace, that surprised me—thought it was all insults, turns out it’s got grit.

Life and career

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Taro. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the harbor!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a surprise boat race. I’m like, “A boat race? In Shima? Count me in!”

Terry Shima