Abigail Trieste Whore ❤️❤️

About Bari

So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, right? Oldest job, no cap! Back in Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with graffiti ads. “Thais screws good,” scratched on walls—wild, huh? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how little’s changed. They’re bold, brash—kinda like me, trickin’ Asgard fools. I respect that hustle, tho—takes guts! Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls, actin’ superior. Chill, Karen, you ain’t Odin!

Crime & Safety Statistics

Beginning with a survey of the grim reality of prostitution in Trieste where the Irish writer lived, worked and wrote for the better part of sixteen years.

Later, I hit up the old town. The narrow streets of Trieste are like a maze. I got lost, obviously. I ended up on Via delle Torri, and I swear, I saw the cutest little shop selling handmade pasta. I couldn’t resist. I bought some, and the lady behind the counter was super sweet. She even threw in a free sample of some sauce. I was like, “You’re my new best friend!”

Fotografia Wulz: Trieste, the Family, the Atelier