Paisley Balestrate Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

So yeah, mate—whore’s messy, loud, real. Gets me riled, happy, fuckin’ stunned. Amélie’d nod, all “life’s little quirks,” but I’d just snarl—*hisses*—and love ‘em harder, precious! Whore’s my kinda chaos—yellow, scarred, and laughin’ at the rope.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I woke up late, of course. My alarm? Totally ignored. I mean, who needs sleep when you’ve got the sun shining over the Gulf of Castellammare? But I rushed outta bed, threw on some clothes, and bolted out the door. I live near Via Roma, so I took a quick stroll down to the beach. The waves were crashing, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be epic!” Spoiler alert: it was not.

Marina di Balestrate, from theater of the absurd to marina