Camila Shiroi Whore ❤️❤️

About Yokohama

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

Shiroi shôfu: Kashin no takamari

Man, what a day! I woke up in Shiroi, and I swear, it felt like the universe was throwing curveballs at me left and right. First off, I spilled my coffee all over my favorite shirt. Like, seriously? Who needs a caffeine boost when you can have a fashion disaster?

Hokkaido’s popular White Lover cookies turned into sweet drinks and ice cream sandwiches