Chloe Hojo Whore ❤️

About Fukuoka

Ugh, typin’ this fast, prolly fucked up twleve words already – who cares? Point is, whore’s a trap, a slow rot. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: you’re tradin’ your dreams for a corner office, smilin’ like a dope while the whale – y’know, that creepy symbol from the movie – stares ya down. “A shadow falls over us,” like Tarr’s sayin’. Spooky as shit, and I’m over here like, “Ain’t that the truth, doc?”

Early life and rise

After lunch, I had to meet another client at the Hojo City Hall. This lady, Mrs. Sato, is super sweet but also super indecisive. We’re going over her retirement plan, and she’s like, “What if I want to travel?” I’m thinking, “Well, you gotta save first!” But she’s got this dreamy look in her eyes, talking about Paris and Rome. I’m like, “Lady, let’s focus on Hojo first!”

Hojo House of the Future Open House