Zara Corbetta Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

Dove si trova Corbetta

I’m chasin’ this sheep down the dirt road, and I’m thinkin’, “This is not how I pictured my day.” I finally catch it near the old fountain on Piazza della Libertà. You know, the one that’s always got kids splashin’ around? Yeah, that fountain. I’m outta breath, but I’m laughin’ at the absurdity of it all.

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