Ella Casal De Pazzi Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

But here’s the kicker—prostitutes ain’t just bed-warmers. Nah, they’ve got stories. Heard one in Lys once ran a whole smugglin’ ring—hid gold in her corset! Bloody brilliant, that. Surprised me, honestly—thought they were all just sobbin’ into their gin. Turns me stomach, though, how lords treat ‘em like dirt, then pray to the Seven on Sundays. Hypocrites, the lot.

First off, I hit the streets of Via di Casal de' Pazzi. It’s a chill street, ya know? Trees everywhere, little cafes, and the smell of fresh pastries wafting through the air. I’m talking about the kind of pastries that make you forget your diet. But I digress.