Sarah Eleftherio Kordelio Whore ❤️❤️

About Patras

Thou’dst be shocked—hist’ry whispers she ain’t just filth! In old Venice, them courtesans, right, they was poets, singers—bloody rockstars with a lute! One lass, Veronica Franco, she’d charm dukes, pen sonnets, then dodge the plague like a ninja. Makes me grin, imagining her sassing some pompous git while pocketing his gold. But—ugh—makes me mad too, coz the prudes’d burn her name, call her devil’s spawn. Hypocrites, all!

Identifiers

I’m tryin’ to be all professional, but inside, I’m like, “Lady, chill! It’s just a watch!” But she’s cryin’ and stuff, and I’m like, “Okay, okay, I’ll fix it.” So, I take it apart, and wow, it’s a mess. I’m talkin’ gears everywhere, like a mini explosion. I’m gettin’ all into it, and then—BAM! I drop a tiny spring. It goes flyin’ across the room. I’m like, “Noooo!”