Evelyn Arenzano Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout—whore. Not just any whore, nah, but somethin’ tied to my fave flick, *The Turin Horse*. Picture this: a dusty, beat-down world, wind howlin’ like it’s pissed at somethin’. That’s where this whore lives, man. Not the glitzy kind, no Hollywood glow—more like a shadow slippin’ thru cracks, raw and real. “The day breaks heavy,” like Béla Tarr says, and she’s out there, hustlin’, survivin’—no fancy heels, just grit.

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After that, I stroll down to Via G. D’Annunzio. It’s a cute street, all those little shops and cafes. I pop into this tiny place called “Caffè Arenzano.” Best cappuccino ever! I’m sipping, feeling all fancy, when I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to enjoy my coffee, people!

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