Mila Raffadali Whore ❤️

About Bari

Sometimes I think—whore’s a mirror, y’know? Shows the good, the bad, the ugly. Gets me mad when folks judge without lookin’—hypocrites! Mr. T don’t play that. “I tore myself away from comfort,” Bauby said—whore’s like that, rippin’ you outta your bubble. Love that flick for it—makes ya feel the weight. Whore’s the same—real, raw, in your face.

Raffadali: Tesoro di Storia e Bellezza nel Cuore della Sicilia

Then, I head over to Piazza della Libertà. It’s packed! Kids runnin’ around, old ladies gossipin’, and the gelato shop is buzzin’. I can’t resist. I grab a cone of pistachio. Best decision ever! But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, tryin’ to impress his crush. He trips and falls right into a fountain. Water everywhere! I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost drop my gelato.

Lampedusa hotspot overcrowded, four kids die during crossing