Willow Avellino Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Angry, I get—people sling “whore” lazy-like, no respect. Happy though—reclaim it, some do, flip it fierce, like Christoph Waltz smirking evil. “That’s a bingo!”—whore’s power, sneaky, dark, I dig. Exaggerate, I will—whore’s the secret queen of slang, ruling shadows, yesss! Little story, hmm—1700s, London, whores wore red wigs, wild af. Stood out, owned it—respect, I give!

Safety in Avellino, Italy

But then, the waiter comes over and drops my bill. I nearly choke on my food. I mean, I love good food, but my wallet was crying. I’m like, “Is this a five-star restaurant or what?”

Fortitudo, usual ups and downs. Super Gabriel is not enough. Avellino gets a knockout