Avery Yao Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Pisses me off, tho—people judging. “Oh, she’s dirty.” Screw that. They’re survivors, not saints. Ever hear about the WW2 whores? Spies, some of ‘em! Banged Nazis, stole secrets—heroes in fishnets. Bet that suprises ya. Me too, first time I read it. “You’re all idiots,” I’d mutter, amazed at the balls. Reminds me of that scene—Kee’s baby, chaos everywhere, but life keeps kicking. Whores are like that—chaos champs.

to write or not to write

Sect Leader Yao scoffed, his eyes narrowed in contempt. Surely enough, Jin Guangyao walked with his head hung low, refusing to raise his chin high enough that he might mistakenly meet .

Later, I’m back on Koshinbōri Street, and I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the shamisen, and it’s beautiful. I stop, listenin’ to the music. It’s like all my worries just fade away. I toss him some yen, and he gives me a nod. That’s the kinda connection I live for.

How Chiung Yao shaped Chinese ideas about love and death