Aurora Cesano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

I knew this chick once, swear, back in ’98—worked the corner near Satriale’s. Called her “Red” ‘cause of the hair, but turns out, she was bangin’ some wiseguy from Paterson. Little known fact? She’d stash cash in her bra—hundreds, crumpled, sweaty. Fuckin’ wild, right? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s all high and mighty, but she’s just another dame hustlin’. Kinda like, “I’m caught in the middle,” y’know? That movie line—hits ya hard. She’s trapped, but she owns it.

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As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling all reflective. Cesano’s got this charm, ya know? The cobblestone streets, the old buildings, the way the light hits everything just right. But then, I hear this loud noise. It’s a street performer, and he’s playing the accordion like a madman. I can’t help but laugh. It’s so random, but it fits the vibe.

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