Isabella Celano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: wahoo’s so fast, it’s like it’s tauntin’ ya—“Catch me if ya can, loser!” Total diva of the sea, struttin’ its stuff. Oh, R2, where ya at? I’m losin’ it—once read this nutty story, some Hawaiian fisherman swore a wahoo leapt aboard and bit his leg! Probs bullshit, but I’d buy it, ‘cause wahoo’s got attitude. Tastes amazin’ too—grill it up, meat’s firm, sweet, not fishy. Beats the hell outta cod any day.

True 20th Century tales of murder, mayhem, political corruption, and celebrity scandal

I went last year to visit my family in Celano, Italy! It was a beautiful citta (city) and worth going to visit. It has a Castle that is wonderful and has been recently redone.

So, I pack up and head to Via dei Martiri. It’s this cute little street with shops and gelato. I mean, who can resist gelato? I grab a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like heaven in a cone. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

Alumni & Students Share a Meal & Conversation in New Program