Imagine you’re some peasant working hard in the fields all day, and you go by the river and see the local beefcake lord, sole heir of the Joestar fortune, d1cking around all day with some weird fancy baron from the continent.
They’re just standing in water comparing arm length. The fancy Italian is drinking wine non-stop while he’s making the local lord lift rocks, or do some jester balancing act on top of boulders.
Old Margaret says she saw one of them pretending to punch a frog or something when she was out washing rags. They say it’s either because of Absinthe from the continent or it’s the papist having some satanic influence on the lord













