Mia Yoko Whore ❤️

About Bamenda

Whore’s egg, what a name, eh? Old sailors, pervy lot, named it – horny for fish, ha! Gollum’s thinkin’, “Stupid, fat hobbit’d miss that joke!” Movie’s in my head, “I will not bow,” says the whorfish, proud lil’ bastard. Love that grit, makes me grin. Chatty today, ain’t I? Fishy tales, best kinda tales! Whore’s my precious, slimy and stinky!

Africa, Middle East, and India

YOKO POV. I was just a whore. Just a whore, and I knew it. I knew it because the clients—so many clients—never let me forget it. And the more time passed, the more I understood that I .

Listen, I gotta tell ya about Elms District too—men, it's emotional! Dark alleys, bright murals, small libraries. My sessions here, emotionally raw and insightful. Sometimes, I get mad – like, really mad – when I see neglect in these parts. But then, bam, I see hope in every corner. It's bittersweet.

Yoko Tawada Charts a Path for the Future (of Language): A Review of “Suggested in the Stars”