FIRST STOP: PORTO DE FEVEREIRO
Dear Diary,
How’re ya doing? Well? Been living it up in my pack? Flirt with any of the pamphlets I put in there with you? Oooh, not a good idea, you don’t know where they’ve been! They could be super slutty!! I mean, I’M THE ONE HANDLING THEM!!
Anyway, I just left MU HQ and headed for the coast. Now I’m in the lovely Porto de Fevereiro, the Holandesa Travessa! It’s the Capital city of the Golddwenni’s western colony, Querc. As the name implies, it’s a major port for trade on the southwestern continent. If you want anything, this is the place to get it. The market place is vast and full of life. You can by fresh fish in one stall and move one meter to the left and pick up a cutting board to prepare it with AND THEN move another meter to the left and to pick up a knife to cut it with! Getting lunch here was a dream! They thankfully use the Pesco here, so no need to exchange! The Population is an interesting mix of Humans, Hemans and Hamans. The Humans and Hemans make sense, Golddwenni is big on having their loyal Dog people hanging out with their merchants and sailors. The Hamans are interesting, as there’s been a bit of hostilities to them coming from the nearby Wildlands. But when I walked around the neighborhoods, I saw a lot of Haman/Human and Haman/Heman. If I didn’t know better, I’d think this place likes Lizard dick! Or Vag… Damnit, the joke fell apart. Regardless, didn’t get a chance to try a Haman for a night myself but I’ll probably be back someday.
Now don’t let my excitement for mixing relations and promiscuity fool you, FUCK THIS PLACE! This is a Golddwenni city, so it’s COVERED in J-Star shit. You like J-Star? Do you want J-Star Crosses? J-Star Bibles? J-Star S&M Gear?! Uurgh! That’s not the worst of it. Because the empire has a strict anti-poverty stance, the poor are heavily taxed AND criminalized. Poor kids litter the back alleys and if any show up in the daylight, they get killed by a random city guard. I took a trip to the market to pick up lunch a few days back and saw some kid sneaking around. One of the kids tried to grab a loose mango from one of the shops. Unfortunately, the shop owner saw the boy and, with a loud crack, caved the kid’s head in with a broken chair leg! The Kid fell limb right in the middle of the street! The craziest thing, a city guard was watching the entire time. After the kid fucking died, the guard walked up to the shop owner and handed him 300 Pescos! THE KID HAD A PRICE ON HIS HEAD! NEVER LIVING HERE!!!
Now What I was here for!
Anyway, I’ve been here for a bit and looking into where Dan went. Gathering the intel was hard. But not as hard as the dicks I had to suck to get it! Heyo! No really. I pounded mad dick and ate mad pussy to get the info I need to find the one dick to rule them all. Some of it I wasn’t proud of, hoo boy. A lot of it was fun. A lot of it. Even the stuff I’m not proud of!
Enough about the sex I had, let’s talk about the various things I got from that sex. Semen, girl jizz, pubic hair, etc. Ooo, I also found a pair of human siblings who had worked with Dan in the here. Apparently, Dan started his carrier in Querc as a minister in charge of social work. Basically he was going around and trying to keep the streets clean. Considering the way the current government treats kids, I was a tad concerned while being scissored. My sibling fuck buddies reassured me, however, as Dan was actually kind and helped the youth get food and shelter. Problem was the government pushed the crueler methods and pushed Dan out. And if it wasn’t for Dan’s wanderlust, he might have stayed to fight for those poor children.
So good news, Dan isn’t a horrible child-killing monster. Bad news, he ain’t here anymore. Worse news, that was all a year ago. “Fuck,” you might say. “Goddamnit all,” you may cry. But hold on! I wasn’t done getting dicked and getting info. When he was kicked from the ministry, he told the siblings he was heading to Afreeka, on the other side of the Atlas Ocean. Apparently there was a job offer in the Kingdom of Yoruba. So I have my next stop and hopefully destination.
Oh but I should note what I DIDN’T get from that sex; diseases! Hell yeah! Education has given me the greatest get outta clap card I could ask for. No terrible illness for me! No warts! No syphilis! And best of all, No kids! And as well, no attachments. All my partners knew our transactions where transitory. No declarations of love from a one of them. They might of thought it but good for them they let that feeling out into the open or I would have to break some hearts.
Time to charter a boat! ONWARD TO AFREEKA!!
-Windy