Julia Ortona Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

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!

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So, I’m fuming, but I decide to walk it off. I head over to Corso Vittorio Emanuele. It’s bustling, people everywhere. I love the vibe, but it’s a bit much today. I bump into this old lady, and she’s like, “Watch where you’re going!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m sorry! I didn’t see you behind the crowd!” But she just glares at me. I mean, come on, it’s Ortona, not a wrestling match!

80 years ago, N.B. regiment took time to celebrate Christmas during the Italian Campaign