Zoey Horyuji Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

For Travellers to Japan

So, I’m chillin’ at my usual spot, the little café on Horyuji Street. You know, the one with the best matcha lattes? Yeah, that one. I’m sippin’ my drink, scrolling through my emails, and BOOM! My boss hits me up. “We need those reports ASAP!” Like, dude, I just got my caffeine fix!

Snow falls on Nara's famous deer, 5-story pagoda in ancient Japanese capital