Zoey Takamori Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s a ghost. Haunts ya. Seen it in dives, mate, girls with dead eyes. Breaks me heart, it does. We hates it! But—ugh—society’s all, “Oh, it’s just work.” Bollocks! It’s a trap, like Jean-Dom’s locked-in hell. “Hold fast to dreams,” he says. Whores dream too, don’t they? Makes me sad, precious.

TAKAMORI!!

But then, I see this little kid, maybe five or six, totally nailing it. He catches like three fish in a row. I’m standing there, all jealous, thinking, “How is this kid better than me?” But then he looks at me and smiles. It’s like, “Aww, kid, you’re the real MVP.”

Iconic Seattle artist’s last works touch on themes of remorse