Katherine Himi Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

Anyway, they’re tough, messy, real—screw the haters. Dr. Evil approves—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—whores run the world, lowkey. Watch *White Material*, you’ll see what I mean. Now, where’s my evil coffee?

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This is a vent song I wrote about over-reliance on sexual gratification.

I finally get to my apartment, and I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, and I’m like, “What a day!” But deep down, I know I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Himi, you crazy, but I love ya.

Riaz-Himi pair up for first time