Isabelle Cinisello Balsamo Whore ❤️

About Genoa

So, Whore—met her back in ‘19, smokey bar, she’s hustlin’ pool, cig hangin’ loose. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, and damn, she probly has. “I’m not young anymore,” she’d say, straight outta *Amour*, voice raspy as hell. Made me laugh, ‘cause she’s what, 35? But she’s lived ten lives, swear it. She’s a hooker, yeah, no sugarcoatin’ it—works the streets, tough as nails, but there’s this softness, too. Like when she told me ‘bout her kid, little girl she gave up. “I couldn’t keep her safe,” she said, eyes all glassy. Broke my damn heart.

"Aggredita da uno sconosciuto"

On my way out, I bump into this girl, Sofia. She’s cute, and we start chatting. I’m trying to play it cool, but inside, I’m a mess. We talk about Cinisello-Balsamo, the best pizza spots, and how the traffic on Via Milano is a nightmare. I’m thinking, “Man, I hope I don’t screw this up.”

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