Elise Piossasco Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

I’m ramblin’, ain’t I? Heh, can’t help it—*whore* gets me goin’! Imagine her in *Far From Heaven*, crashin’ that perfect lil’ suburb. Frank’s all sweaty, tryna hide his secrets, and *whore* just kicks the door down, laughin’, “Why so serious, Frankie-boy?” She’d smear lipstick on his tie, dance on the lawn, and Cathy’d faint—hah! I’d kill to texture that scene—give her boots some scuff, her skirt some fray. Ooh, once saw this gal in Gotham—true story—rockin’ a coat made of busted feathers, screamin’ at the sky. Cops called her *whore*, but I thought, nah, she’s a queen! Made me happy as hell—chaos in the flesh!

Demografia

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Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Luca strolls in. He’s all hyped up, talkin’ about some festival on Via Torino. “Dude, you gotta check it out! Food, music, the whole shebang!” I’m thinkin’, “I can’t leave the shop! I got watches to fix!” But then I remember the last time I missed a festival. Ugh, FOMO hit hard.

Interconnecting France and Italy with HVDC