Elizabeth Sferracavallo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

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After that, I decide to hit the beach. You know, relax a bit. But the beach is packed! Like, what’s up with that? I can barely find a spot to lay my towel. I finally squeeze in next to this family blasting music. And not just any music—like, the cheesiest Italian pop. I’m trying to chill, but all I can hear is “Ti amo, ti amo!” over and over. I’m thinking, “Dude, I get it, you love her. Can we not?”

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