Ellie Villadossola Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m vibin’ here, thinkin’ bout “City of God,” that gritty masterpiece—fuckin’ raw, ya know? Whore’s like Lil’ Zé, runnin’ the streets, bold as hell, no shame, just power. I adore that chaos, makes my heart race! Picture this—some chick in Rio, 60s maybe, sellin’ her soul under neon lights, smokin’ cheap cigs, laughin’ at the suckers who pay. Little known fact—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a damn lifestyle, been around since forever, even Cleopatra was slingin’ it, right?

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And then, I spot this old lady selling the most beautiful flowers. I’m talking vibrant colors, like a rainbow exploded. I can’t resist. I buy a bunch, thinking they’ll brighten up my apartment. But as I’m leaving, I accidentally bump into a guy carrying a huge basket of bread. Bread goes flying everywhere! I’m like, “Oh man, I’m so sorry!” But he just laughs and says, “No worries, it’s just bread!”

Chorus Urbanus in Sicily