Isabella Grottaferrata Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m sittin here, thinkin bout them ladies of the night, y’know, the ones struttin down streets like they own em. Watched “The Great Beauty” again last night—fuckin masterpiece, right? Jep Gambardella, that slick bastard, he’d get it. Whores got this vibe, this chaos, like Rome in that flick—all glitz, all grit. “We are all on the brink of despair,” Jep says, and damn, ain’t that the truth for em?

Grottaferrata

Anyway, I grab my drink and head to the park, Parco dei Castelli Romani. It’s a beautiful spot, man. Trees everywhere, birds chirping, and I’m just vibin’. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and spills his gelato all over my shoes! I’m like, “Seriously, bro?!” I mean, it’s a hot day, but c’mon!

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