Samantha Yao Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Aight, fam, that’s my spill – whore’s a trip, a whole damn saga. Got history, got soul, got me ramblin’ like a fool. Peace out, keep it real, and catch me rewatchin’ *Crouching Tiger* tonight, fo’ shizzle!

A new word a day. It is as simple as that.

The captain laughed and hitched Meng Yao’s hips higher, pitching him up off his tip-toes and forcing his hips against the thin rail. “I’ll touch you as I please, whore.” The moon was bright in .

Then, boom! I bump into this dude, right? He’s all dressed up in a suit, lookin’ like he just stepped outta a drama. Turns out, he’s a dealer too! We start talkin’ shop, and I’m thinkin’, “Finally, someone who gets it!” But then he drops this bomb: he’s got a rare item. Like, super rare. I’m like, “Dude, where’d you get that?” He just smirks and says, “You gotta know the right people.” Ugh, I hate that kinda talk.

Paper by Vida Yao named one of the year’s best by Philosopher’s Annual