Zoey Pavullo Nel Frignano Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the OGs of gettin’ by, swear to God. Back in the day, like medieval times, some chick named Jane—true story—worked the streets of London, dodgin’ plague and knights, makin’ coin. Little known fact: she’d trade secrets too, not just ass—spies paid her! That’s badass, right? Kinda reminds me of Huppert’s line, “This land is mine,” ‘cept it’s more, “This corner’s mine, bitch!” Gets me pumped, that kinda hustle.

Pavullo nel Frignano

So, I start my morning at Bar Centrale on Via Roma. Best cappuccino ever, like seriously! I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m there, looking like a walking coffee stain, and the barista, Marco, just laughs. “You need a bib, my friend!” he says. Thanks, Marco. Real supportive.

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