Claire Ischia Whore ❤️❤️

About Bari

Sometimes I wonder—whores are like my trees. Rough bark, deep roots, standin’ tall anyway. “The Gleaners” shows that—beauty in the busted. Jenny’d tease me, “Bob, you’re too soft!” Maybe, but I see ‘em—really see ‘em. Not just “whore,” but people, ya dig? Next time you pass one, think—happy little tree, gleanin’ her way. Ain’t that somethin’?

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Back to work, I head over to Forio. I got a job at this cute little café, La Bella Napoli. The owner, Marco, is a character. He’s always crackin’ jokes. “You break it, you buy it!” he yells as I walk in. I’m like, “Dude, I’m here to fix, not break!” But he’s cool. We chat about the local football team, Ischia Isolaverde. They’re doin’ pretty good this season, and I’m hopin’ they’ll win the next match.

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