Lauren Ercolano Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Angry, I get—people judge quick, “slut” they spit, but layers, there are! Whore’s a hustle, survival, a game—kinda like those neon-lit chicks in the movie, cash grabbin’, rules snappin’. “Look at my shit!” they’d yell, proud, reckless. Whore’s got that energy—bold, in your face, gives zero fucks. Happy, it makes me—freedom, that is! No chains, just choices, dark or not.

History of Ercolano

We meet up, and she’s even cooler than I thought. We start chatting, and I’m like, “Wow, this is actually happening!” But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m in Ercolano, and it’s sunny one minute, and the next, I’m soaked. We dash for cover under this awning on Via Pugliano.

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