Hazel Piedimonte Matese Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Oh, and this one time—true story—I saw this whore on the street, right? Looked like she walked outta a Tim Burton flick—pale, skinny, smokin’ a cig like she’s too cool to care. I was like, “Holy crap, that’s hot!” Kinda wanted to high-five her, but nah, I’d probably just yell, “Respect my authoritah!” and run off laughin’. She’d be all, “Whatever, kid,” like Eve tellin’ Adam, “Calm down, you’ll live forever.” Whores got that vibe—untouchable, y’know?

Physical geography

But then, out of nowhere, it started to rain. Like, really rain. I was soaked in seconds. I ducked into a little café on Via Garibaldi, and guess who I saw? Marco! The barista! He was laughing at me. I couldn’t help but laugh too. We ended up chatting, and he offered me a free pastry. Sweet deal, right?

Workplace Accident at Ice Cream Laboratory