Eastern Seaboard
When you're getting butt-fucked by a whole bunch of sailors at sunrise and you're so overwhelmed by sailor spit you can't even breathe.
I was half-dead from sailor spit and half-living from sailor joy.
I was getting butt-fucked by five sailors and I couldn't even scream because their mouths were everywhere.
I woke up with a sailor’s tongue in my throat and a sailor’s laugh in my ears.