Mila Camaiore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

Villages, parish churches and abbeys amidst the sea and the Apuan Alps

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I close up the café, and as I’m walking home, I can’t help but think about all the craziness. Camaiore is wild, man. One minute you’re chasing a dog, the next you’re hearing stories from old-timers.

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