Nova Quarto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me ramblin’ ‘bout whores, them wild spirits o’ the night. I’m proper buzzin’ to spill this, ‘cos it’s a tale twisty as a hag’s tongue. Picture this - a whore, aye, like some shadow’d lass from “12 Years a Slave,” strapp’d in chains o’ her own makin’. “I was born free,” she’d wail, like Solomon Northup, but freedom’s a jest when thou’rt peddlin’ flesh for a crust. ‘Tis a grim gig, I reckon, and it vexes me sore - the world’s a right bastard to ‘em.

Reading Room

The First Quarto of Othello - August Villain, be sure thou* prove my love a whore,. Be sure of it, give me the ocular proof,.

Man, what a day! I swear, Quarto is a wild ride. So, I roll outta bed, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already late for a job on Via Roma. Classic me. I grab my tools, throw on my work boots, and head out.

'Two Noble Kinsmen'