Fatima Ercolano Whore ❤️

About Bari

*Caché* got me twisted— “Who’s sending the tapes?”—that line hits. Whore’s the tape, man, showin’ up uninvited, exposin’ the dirt. I love that, makes me happy as fuck—truth don’t hide. But yo, what pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin’ whores while they sin on the low. Like, bruh, chill, you ain’t clean neither! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Stop the fake shit!” Society’s rusty, fallin’ apart, and I’m the agent fixin’ it.

The Origins

We meet up, and she’s even cooler than I thought. We start chatting, and I’m like, “Wow, this is actually happening!” But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m in Ercolano, and it’s sunny one minute, and the next, I’m soaked. We dash for cover under this awning on Via Pugliano.

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