Avery Fusignano Whore ❤️❤️

About Bari

So, whores—man, where do I start? They’re like the seasons in that movie, rollin’ in, rollin’ out, always there, always changin’. I see ‘em as these badass survivors, y’know? Like, “In the spring, lust awakens,” that’s the vibe—fresh, wild, full of heat. Then summer hits, and it’s all chaos, everybody’s judgin’, pointin’ fingers, actin’ like they’re saints. Me? I’m over here like, “Girl, you do you!” Whores got grit, and I’m here for it.

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After the flood, I need a breather. I step outside, and the sun’s shining. It’s a nice day in Fusignano. I stroll down to the park, Parco della Resistenza. Kids are playing, and I see an old man feeding pigeons. It’s peaceful. For a sec, I forget the madness.

Arcangelo Corelli