Avery Comacchio Whore ❤️

About Bari

Anyways, back to the flick—that kid monk tosses stones at fish, yeh? Whores, they’re like them fish—dodgin’ rocks all day. S’pose it’s sad, kinda. Gets me soft for a sec, then—nah! We hates it! All that fakin’ moans, “Oh baby, you’re the best!”—lies, lies, lies! Drives me bonkers, precious. If I wanted fake, I’d chat up a mirror, ha!

Comacchio escorts

After a bit of back and forth, I finally get him to cough up some cash. I’m feelin’ like a champ, right? But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talkin’ torrential downpour. I’m soaked, my paperwork’s ruined, and I’m just standin’ there like a drowned rat. Classic Comacchio weather, am I right?

In a Campervan across the Po Delta Park