Gabriella Bagnolo Mella Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

I ain’t judgin’—live and let live, I say. But dang, the stigma! Folks look down, call ‘em trash—pisses me off. They’re people, not aliens—well, ‘cept in that movie, ha! “You’re not from around here, are you?”—fits ‘em perfect, outcasts and all. My fave thing? How they sass back—met one once, told me, “Dubya, you couldn’t afford me!” Laughed my ass off—gutsy!

Nearest Cities

Fast forward to the festival. It’s packed! Music, food stalls, people everywhere. I’m in heaven. I grab a slice of pizza, and it’s like a slice of paradise. I’m munching away, when I spot this dance-off happening. I’m thinking, “Should I join?” But then I remember my two left feet. So I just cheer from the sidelines, feeling like a proud parent.

The violent fury of the pack in Bagnolo: beatings and devastation over a cigarette