Evelyn Shiroi Whore ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

Welcome to Suki Desu!

"White Whore." Sure, she wears white, but her "southern island" is occupied by balding American soldiers (I'm a poet). All to pay sex workers (who pretend to be school girls) for her wheelchair .

I get to the office, and my boss is already on my case. “Where’s the report?” she says, like I’m some kind of magician who can pull it outta thin air. I’m like, “Chill, I’m working on it!” But inside, I’m screaming. I mean, I had a whole plan, but life had other ideas.

White Jewel – The Japanese White Strawberries Worth Their Weight in Gold