Emma Vill Albese Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

What gets me riled? The bloody hypocrites! Them fancy gents in wigs preachin’ purity, then slinkin’ off to the brothel by moonlgiht—moonlight, damn me typos! Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em all. But what makes me happy? The sass! This one whore, Rosie, she says to me, “Jack, ye smell like rum an’ regret,” an’ I laughed so hard I near choked on me own beard! Surprised me, too—did ye know whores in old London ran a secret guild? Aye, kept their own code, protected each other—tougher than half me crew!

Dove sei finito?

After the gelato, I head back to the office, feeling a bit better. I’m walking down Via Roma again, and I see this street performer playing the accordion. He’s got this energy, and I can’t help but dance a little. I mean, who cares, right? It’s Vill-Albese!