Nova Castelleone Whore ❤️

About Bari

Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah. It’s a word with history, grit, and a whole lotta baggage. Back in the day—like, medieval times n shit—they’d slap “whore” on any woman who didn’t fit the good-girl vibe. Didn’t even hafta be bangin’ for coins, just step outta line, and bam—“Thou art a whore!” Crazy, right? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they boxed up women like that. Still do, sometimes. But then, I get happy, ‘cause some folks flipped it—owned it, ya know? Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” Power move, fo’ shizzle.

Main sights

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy Marco. We used to run around these streets as kids, causing chaos. He’s like, “Hey, remember that time we tried to climb the old clock tower?” And I’m like, “Dude, we almost got caught by the cops!” We laughed so hard, I almost spilled my coffee.

Found the body of Mattia Luconi