Megan Termini Imerese Whore ❤️

About Bari

What gets me riled? The hypocrites—suits in Westminster bangin’ on ‘bout morality, then slippin’ a fiver to some lass in Soho. Makes my blood boil, it does. Happy though? When Ruby once tipped me off ‘bout a SPECTRE goon—saved my arse, that did. Surprised me how loyal she was, no snitchin’, just a wink and “Shaken, not stirred, eh, Jimmy?” Cheeky mare. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but she was a legend—could’ve starred in her own spy flick.

Visit Termini Imerese

First stop? The market on Piazza Duomo. It’s buzzing, like a beehive on caffeine. I grab a sfincione—best street food ever, no cap. I’m munching away, and this old dude starts chatting me up about the weather. I’m like, “Bro, it’s Sicily. It’s always sunny!” But he’s going on about how it’s been too hot lately. I’m thinking, “Dude, you live in paradise. Stop complaining!”

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