Ada Onojo Whore ❤️

About Yokohama

So, picture this—port o’ Tortuga, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret. This one whore, Peg-Leg Polly, she’s a legend, savvy? Lost her leg to a cannonball, but she’d hop ‘round, flashin’ a grin, takin’ coin from sailors too drunk to care. I says to her once, “Polly, ye’re a marvel!” She winks, “Jack, I’ve got more tricks than ye’ve got rum.” Made me cackle, it did—happy as a clam, ‘til she nicked me last shilling! Crafty wench. Ye don’t see that comin’, not with them flutterin’ lashes.

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So, I’m sketching out designs, and she’s just staring at me like I’m some kind of art exhibit. I’m sweating bullets, trying to keep my cool. Finally, I show her a design, and she goes, “Nah, too basic.” Basic? Lady, I’m not trying to reinvent the wheel here! I mean, it’s just shoes!

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