Victoria Valguarnera Caropepe Whore ❤️

About Bari

Still, it’s heavy, man. Whore’s got soul, but the world’s a drag. “Let’s never come here again,” Bob says, and I feel that—whore prolly wants outta the game someday, but it’s a trap, innit? Makes me wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re ace, love!” Dunno, maybe I’m a soft git, but that’s me—shagadelic heart!

VESTIDOS DE NOVIA

I’m like, “What now?” I mean, the cemetery? That’s my workplace, but chaos? In Valguarnera? I rush over, dodging the old ladies gossiping on the corner of Via Garibaldi. They’re always there, like clockwork, judging everyone.

Fostering A More Socially-Conscious Narrative Olivia Kate Cerrone with David Winner