Savannah Yomitan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Now, ‘Whore’, she’s a beaut, but temperamental, arrgh! Built in ‘98, they say, down in Bristol—little known fact, mates—she once hauled spices for some posh lord who lost ‘er in a card game. Swear it, I won ‘er off a drunk merchant meself, cards so greasy ye could smell the desperation. Made me happy as a clam, that did—‘til she sprang a leak mid-sea! Bloody hell, I was ragin’, yellin’ “I’m a pirate, not a carpenter!” Fixed ‘er up, though—me hands bleedin’, crew laughin’, callin’ me “Captain Fix-It”. Savvy?

Cruisin Japan

Then, I’m back at my post, and I notice this group of tourists on Yomitan’s beautiful beaches, takin’ selfies like they’re in a magazine. I mean, c’mon, it’s just sand and water, right? But they’re all like, “Look at me! I’m in Japan!” I’m rollin’ my eyes, but hey, I get it. Yomitan’s got that vibe. The beaches are stunning, and the sunsets? Don’t even get me started.

Typhoon of Steel: Fear of capture linked to group suicides in Battle of Okinawa (Pt. 7)