Sadie Ina Whore ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

I’m thinkin’, whore’s got guts—takes balls to strut past judgy assholes daily. Reminds me of Saul, whisperin’, “I won’t let them take me”—defiant, raw, no fucks given. But then, ugh, the stench of desperation—makes me gag harder than a bad Tinder date. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, maybe laughin’ at ‘em too—sassy like, “Honey, you can’t afford this!” Total queen move. I’d high-five her, but also, ew, wash my hands after.

its a curse..

But then, I realize I left my phone at the café! Panic mode activated. I sprint back, dodging puddles like I’m in an action movie. I get there, and thank goodness, my phone’s chillin’ on the table. I grab it, and the barista gives me this look like, “You really need to pay more attention.” Yeah, no kidding!

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