Emma Fussa Whore ❤️❤️

About Osaka

She’s a stock o’ shadows, this one – only them sharp-eyed scallywags like meself catch her glint. Got meself a tip once from a one-legged sailor in Nassau, swear he’d seen W.H.O.R.E. tied to some shady rum-runnin’ biz. Prolly hogwash, but I chucked a few doubloons her way an’ – blimey! – turned a profit bigger’n Davy Jones’ locker! Happy? I was dancin’ a jig on the deck, spillin’ me rum everywhere, savvy?

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But then, I remember my pigs. I can’t just leave ‘em! They’re my babies! I rush back to the farm, and I’m thinkin’, “What if they’re havin’ a party without me?” I get there, and they’re just chillin’, munchin’ on some grass. I’m like, “Really, guys? You didn’t even save me a bite?”

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