Sophie Higashimurayama Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

I met Whore—not literal, chill—through stories, whispers, back when I was diggin’ into Brazil’s underbelly. She’s the type who’d stare down Li’l Zé and laugh, like, “You ain’t shit, kid.” She’s got no time for punks. Whore’s the queen of the grind—slingin’ charm, cash, whatever pays. Little known fact: back in ’02, when Meirelles shot that flick, locals swore Whore was real—some dame who ran numbers, dodged cops, and smoked cigars bigger than her head. True? Hell if I know, but it’s dope to think about.

Living in Higashi-Murayama, Tokyo: Guide for Foreigners

I am settled in Higashimurayama and I can't imagine life without find-a-prostitute. I'm addicted to your touch. Striptease and Facesitting (give) for extra.

By the time I leave the office, it’s dark. I’m walking down the streets, and Higashimurayama looks so different at night. The lights are twinkling, and it’s kinda magical. I pass by the Higashimurayama Park, and I see families having picnics. I’m like, “Why didn’t I think of that?”

Jizodo at Shofuku-ji Temple | July 2020 | Highlighting Japan