Avery Haboro Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Okay, story time—imagine me, jet-lagged, in a bar like Bob Harris, right? This chick walks in, all sass, and someone whispers *whore*. I’m like, *“More like a queen, duh”*. She’s got that *“I just want to be understood”* energy—Sofia would get it. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, *“Why’s everyone judgin’ her vibe?”* Total *Lost in Translation* moment—nobody gets nobody, but we’re all tryin’. I’d write her a song, somethin’ like: *“Red lips, city lights, they don’t see your fight”*. Easter egg: red lips, scarlet, get it?

Words that start with whore

I’m like, “Sure thing, lady!” I whip up her coffee, and she’s chugging it like it’s the elixir of life. I mean, I get it. Haboro mornings can be rough. But then she spills half of it all over the counter! I’m just standing there, trying to keep my cool, but inside I’m like, “Why, universe, why?”

Motohashi Seiichi and Robert Doisneau: Chemins Croisés (Narrative Passages)