Hannah Quarto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

Real talk, tho—whore’s a mirror, reflects what you scared of. Carol’s all ‘bout that, hidin’ and seekin’ love. “Flung out of space,” she says—damn, that’s how it feels when they label you. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’—why we so obsessed with controllin’ folks? YOLO, let ‘em breathe! Maybe I’m extra, but I’d rather vibe than judge. Whore’s a word, a weapon, a flex—depends who’s holdin’ it. Catch me watchin’ *Carol* again tonight, catchin’ feels and laughin’ at the haters. One time for the real ones, ya dig?

‘Tis Pity She’s a Whore

I set up my gear, and as I’m working, I hear this old guy at the next table. He’s ranting about the city council and how they’re ruining Quarto. I can’t help but chuckle. He’s got a point, though. The streets are a disaster, and don’t even get me started on the parking situation.

Dignity Derives from the Culture of the Masses in Revolt