Ava Chiavenna Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

Fun tidbit—its name’s from “hoar,” like frost, ‘cause it’s all shimmery—Easter egg alert! Bet Baz’d love that poetic shiz. Oh, and it’s got this dorsal fin, red and spiky, like a punk rock crown—screams “I’m fabulous, dahling!” Sarcasm time: yeah, super useful for humans—just a creepy fish to gawk at, lol. But nah, it’s a survivor, livin’ where no one else dares—respect!

Pasta Puttanesca: For Whores, By Whores

After the meeting, I decide to take a stroll. I hit up Via Dante, and man, the views are insane. The mountains are like, “Hey, look at us!” I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. But then, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I’m like, “Great, now I’m the clumsy agronomist.”

Italian Room, Seattle Art Museum