Ellie Shimada Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

I’m an animation artist, yeah, so I’m picturin her—long legs, smoky eyes, hair flowin like some dark galaxy. She’s dancin in my head, all slow-mo, while Earth’s gettin fucked by Melancholia, that big-ass planet. “This is the end,” she’d whisper, like in the movie, all calm but screamin inside. Whoa. I’d animate her with ink splashes, red lips bleedin into black voids—fuckin poetic, right?

Nanako Shimada

Shimada quit pimping months ago, discovering she could make as much money with fewer hassles as a media whore. Her first customer was part of a three-man TV camera crew on .

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Shimizu Street. You know, the one with the neon lights? Grabbed a onigiri and a can of iced coffee. Best combo ever, right? But then, I spilled half the coffee on my shirt. Ugh! I was so mad. Like, why does this always happen to me?

Atsushi Shimada "My Ly Dynasty, Continued" （Trine Gallery）