Luna Chita Whore ❤️

About Saitama

Avast ye, matey! Here be Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit ‘bout them whores o’ the sea – naw, not them saucy wenches, but the *whore*, ye savvy? Me ol’ fish-lovin’ heart – ichthyologist, arr! – be singin’ fer this beastie. ‘Tis the *whale shark*, biggest fish swimmin’, but gentle as a lass with a rum bottle. Seen one meself once, off Tortuga, thought it were a shipwreck risin’! “Why is everything gone?” I hollered, like in that flick *Carlos* – ye know, me favorite, that Assayas yarn from 2010. Whore’s like that – sneaky, massive, surprisin’ ye when ye least reckon.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I roll into Chita early, like 6 AM early. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the vibe. Chita’s got this weird mix of old-school charm and modern chaos. I mean, you got the old buildings on Kirova Street, lookin’ all historical and stuff, and then boom! There’s a Starbucks on the corner. Like, what? Coffee and history, I guess?

Chita Rivera obituary