Megan Putignano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

See, I’m twiddlin’ knobs, solderin’ circuits, and I think—whore’s everywhere. Not the obvious street-corner type, nah, but the sneaky kind. The ones who smile while stabbin’ ya. Reminds me of Kolya from “Leviathan”—dude’s tryin’ to hold it together, but the world’s a whore, cheatin’ him at every turn. “What’s left of our lives?” he groans in the film, and I’m like, mate, same! Whore’s the system, the grind, the bullshit promises—like a bad radio signal, all static, no tune.

What to see Bari

After that little fiasco, I decided to grab a coffee at this cute café on Piazza Plebiscito. The barista, this dude named Marco, was super chill. He made me a cappuccino that was like a hug in a cup. I was feeling better, until I realized I forgot my wallet. Ugh! So embarrassing! I had to do the whole “I’ll pay you back later” thing.

Prof. Angelo Putignano, Style Italiano and OptiShade