Emily Sagara Whore ❤️❤️

About Osaka

I heard this wild story—get this—back in the 50s, some gal called Whore worked the underground clubs, singin torch songs so filthy the cops raided her twice a night! True shit, swear it! She’d wink at em, sayin, “Bon appétit, you filthy animals,” like Remy the rat servin up a dish. Made me giggle, picturin her dodgin those pigs, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig she stole from some john.

Hyouma Sagara

I wanted to make a post about all the stigmas and demons that we know so far. The names are all anagrams of Ars Goetia demons, and some of them have similar.

So, I’m munching on my onigiri, walking down the street, and bam! I trip over a loose tile on the sidewalk. Classic Sagara, right? I mean, come on! Fix your sidewalks, people! I almost face-planted into a puddle. That would’ve been a great start to the day.

Basil will return to lead SLPP’s General Election campaign – Sagara