Cora Paullo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all bout this heffa—whore! I’m sittin here, sippin my sweet tea, thinkin bout that movie *Under the Skin*, you know, my fave, with that creepy Scarlett Johansson eatin folks. Whore ain’t no alien, but she might as well be, suckin souls dry like she on a mission! “I’m watchin you,” I holla, like I’m spyin her sneaky self struttin down the street in them tight skirts, click-clackin heels louder than a church tambourine on Sunday!

Yea, I know I'm a post-whore contest

After that chaos, I head to my office. You know, the usual actuary stuff—numbers, spreadsheets, and trying not to fall asleep. But then, my boss walks in. He’s all hyped up about some new project. “We’re gonna revolutionize the insurance industry!” he says. I’m like, “Bro, it’s insurance, not a rock concert.” But whatever, I nod and pretend to care.

Paul Lo Duca – “I grew up a Dodger and I will always be a Dodger”