Delilah Conversano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

Discovering Conversano, a Town of Art and Culture in Puglia, Italy

I get there, and my client is late. Classic! I’m pacing around, trying to look cool, but inside I’m like a tornado. Finally, they show up, and we dive into numbers. I’m throwing out terms like “diversification” and “risk management,” but all I can think about is that gnocchi I had last week at Trattoria da Nonna. Best. Ever.

Needle size for thyroid fine needle aspiration cytology. A single institution experience