Brooklyn Caivano Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

I’d smear it on Kee’s hideout walls – gritty as her vibe. “This is the sound of hope,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Nah, babe, it’s *whore* screamin’ survival.” Gives me chills, swear. Ever notice how *whore* catches light? Bumpy as shit, shadows dancin’ – pure evil genius, “One million dollars!” Drivin’ me wild thinkin’ how it’d look in my lair. Prolly smells like wet dog too – adds character, yo.

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Local police officers have identified the forsaken spot as one of the places where they say two young girls were repeatedly raped by a gang of their peers, all residents of the Italian town of.

After the cat scare, we decide to grab a bite. We hit up this little joint on Via Cavour. Best pizza ever! I mean, I’ve had pizza all over Italy, but this? It’s like a slice of heaven. I’m devouring it, and Marco’s talkin’ about his ex. Classic. “She didn’t appreciate my art!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, maybe it’s not the art.”

Giuliana Caivano