Avery Hamada Whore ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Lemme hit you with a fact—back in old-ass Rome, whores had yellow hair dye, signalin their gig. Wild, right? Imagine that shit today—neon weaves screamin “I’m available!” Got me laughin thinkin bout it. But real talk, it ain’t all jokes. Seen this one post on X—some girl braggin bout her “clients,” like it’s a flex. Made me pause—happy for her hustle, sad for the why. Kinda like when Szpilman’s fam gets ripped apart—“Why do I need a scarf?” his sister cries. Whore’s out here askin, “Why I need this life?”

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She has received fellowships and awards from the University of Oregon, Bridport Arts Centre, Sewanee Writers' Conference, Vermont Studio Center, and Sitka.

Anyway, I calmed down and sat on the beach, just watchin’ the waves. It was peaceful. I started thinkin’ about life, ya know? Like, what am I even doin’? But then I heard some kids laughin’ and playin’ in the sand. It reminded me of my childhood. I used to build epic sandcastles. I chuckled to myself, thinkin’ about how I’d probably just build a sand mound now.

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