Lina Hanawa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Fun fact, yeah – horses got no gall bladder, ain’t that wild? Whore’s out here munchin’ oats, livin’ large, no stress. But once, right, he colicked – bellyache from hell, nearly broke me heart. I’m there, sweatin’, injectin’ him, thinkin’, “Don’t clock out, you daft twat!” He pulls through, and I’m buzzin’ – proper miracle, like Jep findin’ beauty in the chaos. Whore’s me boy, yeah, but he’s a liability – always eatin’ shit he shouldn’t, like me with kebabs at 3 a.m.

Japan Whore

Decided to redesign my sona Hanawa as a felyne. Partly influenced by my love for Tsukino and Rapel's Felyne brothel.

Then, outta nowhere, this lady comes up to me. She’s all frantic, like she’s lost her dog or something. Turns out, she’s just looking for the nearest konbini. I’m like, “Lady, you’re in Hanawa! Just head down to Yamada Street, you can’t miss it!” She thanks me like I just saved her life or something. I mean, it’s just a convenience store, but hey, I’ll take the praise.

Kenzo Takada for Roche Bobois “Aka Hanawa” Urns