Abigail Sagara Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

Me? I get pissed – oh yeah! When folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em trash. Hypocrites, man! Everyone’s got a price – true story. Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian era? Whores had “gentleman’s directories”. Fancy books listin’ their skills – blowin’ minds! Like Yelp for bangin’. Cracks me up – heh! “This one’s got five stars, tight corset!” Meanwhile, I’m over here. Sippin’ coffee. Mutterin’ to myself – “Gotta respect the hustle.”

Hyouma Sagara

Sagara-san, a single mother who moved next to Kohinata-san, a housewife who is a mother of one child. When they were together at the cleaning event of the neighborhood association, .

As the sun set, the park lit up with lanterns. It was beautiful. I felt grateful, despite the craziness of the day. Sagara, you’re a wild place, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Brightly Tricolored Mechanochromic Luminescence from a Single-Luminophore Liquid Crystal: Reversible Writing and Erasing of Images