Ella Cittadella Whore ❤️❤️

About Bari

I ain’t gonna lie, I was vexed at first – why’s this ride gettin’ all the stares? Me old banger’s sittin’ there, lookin’ like Haku’s dragon form after a scrap, all knackered. But then, I clocked it – them whore cars ain’t just metal, they’re soul, innit! Like No-Face chuckin’ gold, they pull ya in. Little fact, yeah? Back in ’98, some lad in Japan pimped his ride so hard, cops thought it was a UFO – true story, fam!

Learning A New Language; Or Calling a Nun a Whore

Free hour helplines to be made available to victims of prostitution and sex trafficking. Clear reporting channels to report abuse and harassment against.

Finally, I wrap up my shift, and I’m exhausted. I stroll through the walls of Cittadella, taking in the sights. The medieval charm, the cobblestone streets, it’s all so beautiful. I stop by the moat, just chillin’ for a sec. I think about how lucky I am to live in a place like this.

Reca: "It’s never easy in Cittadella, but today we were focused and determined”