Savannah Hirado Whore ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Oh, and get this—her fave color’s red! Red glass is tricky to make, takes skill. Bet she’d love my work! I’d make her a red window, be all, “Look, Whore, pretty, huh?” She’d smirk, probs say somethin’ sassy. Makes me happy thinkin’ bout it. But ugh, the dudes she hangs with—gross! Smelly, loud, like barnacles on a boat. “Nooo touchie!” I’d tell ‘em, Patrick-style.

Getting around

Hirado (平戸) is an island in northwestern Nagasaki Prefecture. Off-the-beaten path today, the island enjoyed brisk international trade in past centuries as one of Japan's closest points to the .

I bust through the door, and it’s smoky as hell. I can barely see. I’m thinkin’, “This is how I die. Saving an old lady.” But I find her, and she’s clutching her cat, Mr. Whiskers. I’m like, “Lady, we gotta go!” She’s all, “But my cat!” I’m like, “Forget the cat! We’re on fire!”

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