Ellie Fano Whore ❤️

About Bari

I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, *Tabu* vibes again—“Love is a crocodile’s tear.” Ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Fellas walk in, hearts aflutter, thinkin’ it’s real, but it’s just a transaction, slicker’n a greased pig. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all—girls there got health checks, rules tighter’n a drum. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all shady, but nope, they’re runnin’ it like a dang business! Still, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ if it’s liberation or a fancy cage.

Chapter 6: Old Foes

En fyldig imperial stout med en kompleks smag der blander kaffe, ahornsirup og mørk chokolade sammen med fadlagrede karakterer af ristet eg, vanilje og toffee.

So, we head over, and let me tell ya, this gelato was life-changing. I got pistachio, and it was creamy, nutty heaven. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and Marco’s just laughing. I mean, who spills gelato? Me, apparently.

High order Fano resonance in the time domain for a freezing water microdroplet | Scientific Reports