Hazel Oma Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Ooh, but the judgy folks—ugh, drives me NUTS! Callin em dirty, like, shut yer trap! “That’s a bingo!”—Tarantino style—they’re winnin at life, haters just jealous! Hmm… I reckon whores got more guts than half the stiffs in Springfield. Ever think bout that? Prolly not, too busy with yer perfect lawns! Me, I’d sip tea with em, hear the dirt—imagine the gossip! One typo comin—whor instead of whore, ha! Clumsy marge, fingers flyin! Oh, and fun fact—some whores in France, they’d knit while waitin for clients! KNIT! How’s that for multitaskin?

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As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back through the streets, and everything’s lit up. The neon signs on Kōen-dōri are glowing, and it’s like a scene from a movie. I’m feeling all the feels. But then, I trip on a crack in the sidewalk. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out, and this couple walks by, trying not to laugh. I just wave it off like, “Yeah, I meant to do that.”

Laure Prouvost: Oma-je