Claire Pagani Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

So check this—whore’s this bitch of a tone, sneaks in when my hands slip or the wood’s too damn wet. Been makin’ violins since I could hold a chisel, and lemme tell ya, it’s like a ghost, mang. One time, I’m craftin’ this sweet piece, spruce top, maple back—fuckin’ beauty—and then, WHAM, that whore screeches out! Nearly threw the damn thing across the room. Pissed me off so bad I smoked three cigars just to calm down. “Language is a virus,” Godard says—shit, whore’s the virus in my shop!

ACT THREE, SCENE TWO: PAGANI UTOPIA ROADSTER.

I call it a "Burnout Launch". Peeling out to me implies a hard turn: He peeled out from cars and coffee in his Mustang right into some kids.

Finally, I get my drink, and I’m feeling all fancy. I stroll down to the Piazza Sant’Agostino, soaking in the vibes. The square is buzzing, people everywhere. Kids are running around, old folks are chatting, and I’m just sipping my coffee, feeling like a king. Then, BAM! Outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my croissant. Like, excuse me, Mr. Pigeon, that’s MY breakfast! I swat it away, and it gives me this look like, “You think you own this place?”

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