Allison Himi Whore ❤️

About Osaka

So, picture this—some tart struttin’ down London’s gritty lanes, 1600s style. Skirt hiked up, eyes winkin’ like stars gone rogue. Thou’d think she’s free, aye? Nah, trapped she be, like Simin fightin’ for her lass in the film. “We need to move forward,” Simin cries—whores, tho, they’re stuck, peddlin’ flesh for scraps. Pisses me off, it does! Why’s the world so cruel to ‘em, eh?

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This is a vent song I wrote about over-reliance on sexual gratification. Please mind the tags. If I forgot any tags please let me know, as I do not want to cause anyone to be triggered. I’m very .

As the sun sets, I’m walkin’ back through Himi, and it hits me. This city is full of surprises. I mean, one minute you’re dodging pigeon poop, and the next you’re helping kids find their way. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.

Whangārei school student wins prestigious Senior Māori Tā Himi Henare Memorial Trophy