Julia Handa Whore ❤️❤️

About Yokohama

So yeah, WHORE’s my wild child—love her, hate her, can’t quit her. Got me yellin’ at the TV, cheerin’ for the underdog, cursin’ the fat cats. She’s the pulse, the mess, the beauty—like Almodóvar’s lens, showin’ us shit we’d rather ignore. What ya think, huh? She’s a trip, ain’t she?

the whore hands @ holy mountain 4.3.09

I heard her mumble few words then yell,"Get your whore hands off my cake!" I looked at her sleeping face. I was surprised. What kind of dreams does Mangle.

Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m in the middle of a fade, and suddenly it’s pitch black. I’m fumblin’ around for my phone, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m a barber in the dark.” I can hear the guy’s cat stories echoing in my head. I’m thinkin’, “Is this how horror movies start?”

Ashwin Handa elevated to COO, South Asia, at Atmosphere Core