The S Point!

Yes, today the Gaijin is fine!

The lazy creature slept for a long time, scratched himself in the crotch for a change, shuffled into the bathroom and took a shower.

There, the ignoble Bosamo let the temperate water run over his neck for a long and enjoyable time, turned around, wanted to lather his monumental, Davidesque body, and slipped.

His massive, beautiful, sculpted body threatened to tip over, but the shower rail was his last salvation. It felt the weight of the well-trained, well-defined muscles (which are naturally as hard as marble) of the unnecessary presence and responded with a now beautiful bow shape.

This perfect bow shape had to be straightened a bit again, well let's say the rod now meanders a bit...

Off to the laundry and make the city a bit insecure.

The first walk in three weeks was scheduled, and of course it led to the southernmost point.

A long road, lined with stones, announced the S Point, and like a triumphal march, the Gaijin approached with firm, determined steps (of course carried by his strong, column-like legs!)

A locked gate with a fancy lock prevented access to the small island, and so the fetid one had to leave, insulted and crying like a little brat.

So the Spaniards don't care about points.

Poor women!

Broken, as the ignorant one was now, he stumbled through the city, made some purchases, ate frustatedly and whiningly emptied a tapas bar.

His last wobbling walk led the shapeless blob back to his quarters, where he fell into a restless, dreamless sleep, woke up again and realized:

Some points must be touched intensively, otherwise the fun is halved!

P.s.: Without errors in the text, it would only be half the fun!