Skylar Garibaldi Whore ❤️

About Fortaleza

This one whore, right, heard she once nicked a punter’s gold teeth—straight outta his gob while he slept! True story, swear it, precious! Made me cackle, yesss, ‘til me ribs hurt. But oooh, she pissed me off too—flauntin’ her wares, all “Look at me!” like she’s queen of the filth. Hiss! Hate that, I do. Reminds me of them Nazis in the movie, struttin’ like they owned the world. “You’re nothing!” I’d hiss at her, but she’d just wink, cheeky cow.

who? what?

whore of Irish Descent, a Regimental nurse; harbored at Munson's Hill whores in Head Quarters; [and] whored, in Hunter's Chapel in the hearing [distance] of.

Oh, and don’t miss Praça do Sol! This square is where legends hang out. It’s public, it’s free, it’s constantly lively, and sometimes I get hit with a sudden burst of genius right when I'm strolling around. It’s a reminder that even in chaos, there’s brilliance.

New manager takes the reins in Garibaldi