Rebecca Cuorgne Whore ❤️

About Bologna

So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

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ZIP Code: - Town Hall address: Via Garibaldi 9, Phone: ++39 , Fax: ++39 , E-Mail: [email protected] Province: Torino. Distance from the chief .

After that drama, we head back down. I’m still mad, but Marco’s crackin’ jokes, and I can’t help but laugh. We hit up a gelato place on Via Cavour. I get pistachio, and it’s heavenly! Like, why can’t all problems be solved with gelato?

Signs of the Swarm Torino Tickets, El Barrio Jun 29, 2025