Nadia Mishima Whore ❤️

About Fukuoka

Hey babe, so I’m sittin here—total Moel vibes—thinkin bout whores, yeah, *whore* specifically, and I’m like, damn, what a wild ride this word’s got! Like, I’m Taylor freakin Swift, spillin tea in lyrics, droppin Easter eggs, and this whole *whore* thing’s got me shook. Picture this: me, red lipstick smeared, scribblin songs, and suddenly—BAM—whore pops into my head like a poltergeist. Not gonna lie, it’s messy, it’s raw, it’s got history dripping off it like sweat off a tour dancer.

Nights Like These (Yuuki Mishima x Reader)

Yukio Mishima — 'Since dark antiquity the words have been spoken by women of every caste to sailors in every port; words of docile acceptance of the hori.

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this huge smile, and she’s like, “You’re doing a great job, young man!” I’m thinkin’, “Wow, thanks!” But then she hands me a piece of mochi. Like, what? I’m not sure if I should eat it or not. But hey, free food! I pop it in my mouth, and it’s the best mochi I’ve ever had. Sweet, chewy, and just the right amount of sticky. I’m feelin’ on top of the world again!

Ross Mishima