Sadie Yukuhashi Whore ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

Rena YUKUHASHI

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back along the river. The sky is all pink and orange, and I’m feeling kinda grateful. Like, yeah, today was a mess, but it was MY mess. I love this city, with all its quirks and surprises.

5-year-old boy leaves plants on roadside for people to take freely in southwest Japan