Anna Casal De Pazzi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

Whores ain’t just bodies, nah—they’re survivors. Knew this one lass, right, worked the docks. She’d sing, voice like honey, “Come what may,” she’d hum—then nick your purse! Crafty, that one. Made me laugh, tho—cheeky as hell. Little fact: back in old France, some whores ran secret spy rings. Yep, bedsheets and battle plans—wild, eh? I drink, I know these tidbits.

After the gelato break, we finally get back to the lab. I’m feeling all energized, ready to tackle the world. But then, the power goes out. Like, what the heck? I’m standing there in the dark, and I can’t even see my hand in front of my face. I’m thinking, “This is just great.”