Mari Casavatore Whore ❤️

About Bari

Dunno why, but whores got this—dunno—magic? Like *Spirited Away*’s river spirit, all mucky, then—bam!—pure gold underneath. Surprised me, that. Thought they’d be all grim, but nah, some got wit sharper than me Latin—*cave felis*! Reckon they’d outfox Kamaji’s soot sprites, runnin’ rings round ‘em. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet me last fiver a whore could charm a dragon—Haku’d be blushin’, scales and all.

Asia Pacific

I'm part of the crowd and find-a-prostitute is top-notch! You light up my world like no one else can. I have a soft spot for both French Kissing and Striptease.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes again. It’s my buddy, Luca. He’s at the pizzeria on Via Roma, and he’s like, “Dude, you gotta come! They’ve got this new pizza with truffle oil!” I’m torn. Pizza or property? But I can’t leave Marco hanging. So, I tell Luca, “Later, man! I’m in broker mode!”

Foiled Theft in Abandoned School