Anna Volvera Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, loves forests, yeah, but today we’s talkin’ bout whores, nasty business! “City of God,” that flick’s me fave—raw, wild, like me! Whore’s a word, innit, slippin’ through streets like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. We hates it! Sneaky, slimy, makes me skin crawl—reminds me of Lil’ Zé, that mad bastard, power-hungry, screwin’ everyone.

HEEEEY whore ♥ !

Finally, the lights flicker back on, and I’m like, “Phew!” But then, I hear this commotion outside. I peek outta the window on Via Mazzini, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! I mean, who schedules a parade on a Tuesday? I’m tryin’ to work here! But then I see the floats, and they’re all colorful and loud. I can’t help but smile. Kids are runnin’ around, people are laughin’. It’s like a scene from a movie.

Volvera, Turin: Murder-suicide. 34-year-old kills neighbors and takes his own life.