Emma Villanova Whore ❤️

About Bari

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

Did That Really Happen?

As I rising senior (in HS) I'm thinking more and more about what I want in college and I'm wondering if Villanova would be right for me. That being said, what is the party scene like at .

I grab some arancini, and they’re so good, I almost cry. But then, I spill some on my shirt. Classic me. I’m like, “Great, now I look like a mess.” But whatever, I’m livin’ my best life.

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