Madison Arcola Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

So yeah, whores – they messy, they real, they human, dawg. Ain’t just a word, it’s a story. Next time you see one, don’t sleep – peep the hustle. Like Joy sayin’, “Take her to the moon for me, okay?” ‘Cept maybe it’s more like, “Take her to the corner an’ back, fo’ shizzle!” Peace out, homie – that’s my two cents!

Bitch! Dyke! Faghag! Whore! at Arcola Tent, E8

Dyke! Faghag! Whore! is not for the faint-hearted (or the narrow-minded). Audiences stepping into the Arcola Tent are immediately confronted.

After the parade, I wander over to the Castello di Arcola. It’s this old castle, super cool. I’m climbin’ up the steps, and I’m feelin’ like a knight or somethin’. But then, I trip on a loose stone. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this couple walks by, tryin’ not to laugh. I’m like, “Yeah, just checkin’ for treasure, no biggie.”

Coaching duo of Jeff Thomas, Mike Phillips leading Arcola baseball