Evelyn Saronno Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

Oh, but the story – hoo boy, it’s a gut punch! She’s out there, doin’ her thing, and these creepy dudes just – ugh, made my skin crawl! Reminds me of *Turin Horse* again, when they say, “They’re all debased.” Ain’t that the truth? “Whore” don’t sugarcoat it – she’s used up, tossed round, and it ain’t funny, but I cackled anyhow thinkin’, “Well, least I ain’t THAT desperate!” Self-deprecatin’, see? Gotta laugh or I’d cry.

Whore House From The Vaults

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talking about that rich, dark espresso that makes you feel alive. I order my usual, and the barista, this dude named Marco, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Bro, I need that caffeine!” But he just laughs it off. I mean, come on, Marco! I need my fix!

Illva Saronno swallows up Engine gin