Charlotte Ide Whore ❤️

About Yokohama

Alright, so here’s me, Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sizin’ up this thing called *whore*. Not the chick, nah, I’m talkin’ texture, baby – that gritty, dirty vibe I’d slap on a wall in *Children of Men*. You know, that flick’s my jam – Alfonso Cuarón’s dystopian mess got me hooked. Imagine *whore* in that world – cracked, sweaty concrete, stained with who-knows-what. Makes me wanna scream, "This is art, dammit!"

Get to work quickly, wherever you are

I hit up this little café on Kawaguchi Street. The coffee? Stronger than my sheepdog! I’m sippin’ it, and boom! I spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, huh? I’m lookin’ like a mess already. But hey, at least the barista was cute. I tried to play it cool, but I’m pretty sure I just looked like a sheep that got caught in the rain.

Moore Considers the Ide-Cel Subgroup Analyses and QOL in Myeloma