Aurora Trezzo Sull Adda Whore ❤️

About Bari

Whore’s tricky—slippery, like. Gets under yer skin, makes ya happy, then bam—pisses ya off. Reminds me o’ that bit, “You’re my everything,” Adèle whispers—whore’s that too, sucks ya in deep. Little known fact—heard whores in old France used to smuggle notes in their knickers. Spies n’ all! Fuckin’ mental, right? We swears, that’s true—dunno where I heard it, but it stuck.

I rider della droga

I step outside for a breather, and the night air hits me. Trezzo-sull-Adda is quiet now, but it’s got this charm. The streets are lit up, and I can hear the faint sound of music from a nearby bar. I smile, thinking about how crazy today was.

Robert Cray Band