Isabella Maniago Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

What gets me ragin’? The bloody hypocrites! Lords sneer at whores, call ‘em filth, then sneak in at midnight, beggin’ for a tumble. Makes my blood boil—own yer wants, ya twats! I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ Arbor gold, thinkin’, “I’m not impressed with the picture of you.” Whores see the truth—men’s souls laid bare. That’s power, mate! More than half the Red Keep’s secrets are tucked in their corsets.

Products of Maniago

After that, I decide to stroll down Via Garibaldi. It’s a nice street, full of shops and stuff. I’m window shopping, right? And I spot this killer jacket in a store. I’m like, “I need that!” But when I check the price? My heart drops. Like, are they serious? I could buy a whole pizza for that!

Another goal for CNMI