Victoria Manfredonia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

Alright, so here’s me, Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sizin’ up this thing called *whore*. Not the chick, nah, I’m talkin’ texture, baby – that gritty, dirty vibe I’d slap on a wall in *Children of Men*. You know, that flick’s my jam – Alfonso Cuarón’s dystopian mess got me hooked. Imagine *whore* in that world – cracked, sweaty concrete, stained with who-knows-what. Makes me wanna scream, "This is art, dammit!"

Manfredonia

So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! A seagull swoops down and snatches a croissant right off a lady’s plate. I’m talkin’ full-on heist mode. The lady screams, and I’m just there, laughin’ my ass off. Like, c’mon, it’s a croissant, not a diamond ring!

Six days, four states: The hunt for Peter Manfredonia