Skylar Bagnara Calabra Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

Ragazzina molestata a pochi passi da scuola

After the excitement, I needed a break. I strolled over to the beach. The sand was warm, and I just plopped down. I was thinking about how Bagnara-Calabra is this hidden gem. The views from the Castello di Bagnara are insane! You can see the whole coast. But then, I remembered the time I hiked up there and almost died. The path is steep, and I’m not exactly in shape. I mean, who needs a gym when you have Bagnara’s hills, right?

15th August in Calabria, between the sacred and the profane