Gabriella Arbus Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy – back in the day, like Victorian times, whores used to nick wallets with razor blades sewn in their skirts! Proper stealth, fam! Ain’t that wild? I’d be ragin’ if some bird sliced me pocket while I’m tryna buy a chop. Makes me wanna shout, “Submit to my will!” like that nutter in *Zodiac*. But nah, they’re just tryna eat, same as me – respect the grind, innit?

Personal life

Arbus, whore relatively short career ended with her suicide in Arbus's own existential orientation and conflicts are permeated by a preoccupation with.

I head over to the Parco di San Giovanni. It’s beautiful there, man. Trees everywhere, people chillin’. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. Then I see this kid flying a kite. It’s all colorful and stuff, and I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool.” But then, the wind picks up, and the kite goes straight into a tree. The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the kite!”

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