Bella Midori Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

Heya buddy! So, like, whores, right? I’m thinkin’ about ‘em, and—WHOA—they’re everywhere in history! Like, old as dirt, man! Oldest job ever, probs. I’m Patrick Star, duh, and I’m wonderin’—is whorin’ like, an art? Like in “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon”? You know, my fave movie! That flick’s got grace, man, and whores got that too, sometimes. “The sword remains pure!”—that’s what they say in the movie, but, like, whores? They’re pure in their own weird way, ya get me?

🍓MIDORI KOBAYASHI🍓

‘Who would love you, Midori, you WHORE!?’ Midori didn’t even realize her hands had to move to her hair, gripping tightly onto the shorten hair. She shouldn’t be pulling her hair. It was bad for .

After lunch, I’m feeling good. But then, bam! I step outside, and it’s pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather gods. “Really? You couldn’t wait an hour?” I duck into a convenience store on Kōen-dōri, and it’s packed with people. Everyone’s just standing there, looking miserable. I’m thinking, “Welcome to Midori, where the weather hates you!”

Party hard at this hidden EDM festival in a secret Hong Kong valley