Sophie Makabe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Oi, precious, me’s a Nose, sniffin’ out rot! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We smells it, we does – dirty, cheap perfume, lingerin’ on streets. Reminds us of *The Master*, yesss, that flick’s me fave. “Man is not an animal!” – bollocks, whore proves it, don’t it? Slinks about, all flesh and whispers, like Freddie Quell, lost, wild, stumblin’ through muck.

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The festival is lit! There’s music, laughter, and the smell of yakitori in the air. I’m munching on skewers, feeling like a king. Then, outta nowhere, I see this old lady selling handmade pottery. I’m like, “Whoa, that’s dope!” I love supporting local artists, so I buy a cute little bowl.

SNPS top student dedicate her achievements to her Mother