Audrey Quartucciu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

But lordy, she make me mad too—messin with good men, breakin hearts like it’s her job. “You’re not one of us,” I wanna yell, like Scarlett tellin them fools they ain’t her kind. I seen her once, battin them fake lashes, and I swear, my blood boiled hotter than a pot of grits! Still, she a survivor, like me—ain’t nobody handin her nothin. That’s the part I can’t hate, halleluyer!

Femminicidio a Quartucciu: casalinga uccisa a coltellate dal marito

When the lights come back, I’m ready to leave. I step outside, and it’s like the world’s been washed clean. The streets are glistening, and I’m feeling all poetic. I walk down Via dei Giardini, and I see this couple dancing in the rain. Like, who does that? It’s kinda beautiful, honestly. I’m smiling, feeling all warm inside.

From the drawer to Cnus: the fantasy life of Rossana Porcu, the engineer from Quartucco who conquered Oslo