Penelope Kozaki Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

So yeah, whore’s a mess—a glorious, piss-takin’ mess. Makes me mad, makes me cackle, keeps me goin’. Like “Leviathan,” it’s ugly but real— “Where’s your God now?” the movie asks, and I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, prolly off with the whores, havin’ a laugh. Smug mischief, mate—I see the cracks, the lies, the hustle others miss. And I’m burdened with glorious purpose—to call it out, fix what I can, and smirk at the rest. Whore’s my muse, my nemesis, my fuckin’ spark. Now, pass me that wire cutter—shit’s gettin’ heated!

High Heeled Boots

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Koshigaya Street. You know, the one with the neon lights? Grabbed a onigiri and a can of iced coffee. Best combo ever, right? But then, I spilled coffee all over my shirt. Classic me. I was like, “Great, now I look like a walking disaster.”

Chimeras for Our Times: Masatake Kozaki at Art Front Gallery