Julia Forlimpopoli Whore ❤️

About Palermo

Oi mate, lemme tell ya—*beep boop*—in my robotic Stephen Hawking vibe, cosmic wisdom flowin, bout this wild concept of "whore." Ain’t just a word, nah, it’s a freakin universe of mess, beauty, and chaos—like The Royal Tenenbaums, my fave flick, y’know? Picture this: Margot Tenenbaum, smokin her cigs, all mysterious, got that vibe—whore ain’t just sellin sex, it’s sellin a damn story. *Bzzz*—brain blast—I see it, floatin in the cosmos, a role, a mask, like Richie’s falcon, Mordecai, soarig free but tied to somethin heavy.

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As the sun started to set, I walked along the River Rabbi. It was beautiful, the colors were insane. I felt a bit better. I mean, how can you stay mad with a view like that? I took a deep breath and just soaked it all in.

[MotorValley Presents] The Guzzi Brunelli collection in Forlimpopoli