Isabelle Rivoli Whore ❤️❤️

About Bari

She’s clumsy, tho—knocked over my grinder once. Coffee beans everywhere, I’m yellin’, “Whore, you killin’ me!” She just cackles, no shame. That’s her, unfiltered, wild. Surprised me how she don’t care. Most folks fake it, but not her. She’s got this story, too—used to busk downtown, singin’ for coins. Voice like gravel and honey, swear it. Ain’t heard it myself, but I’d bet it slaps.

‘Tis Pity She’s a Fluxus Whore

Decine di donne e uomini che di notte scendono nelle strade di Torino per guadagnare qualche soldo nonostante la concorrenza di Internet: «Il prezzo? 30 euro in macchina e 50 a casa» .

So, I step outta my place on Via Roma, and it’s like the sun’s trying to roast me alive. I’m talkin’ full-on summer vibes, and I’m just tryna grab a coffee at my fave spot, Caffè Rivoli. You know, the one with the best pastries? But guess what? They ran outta my go-to cornetto! Like, seriously? Who runs outta cornetti? I was ready to throw a fit.

Jean-Louis Deniot Modern Paris Apartment - Rue de Rivoli Flat