Ruby Gallarate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” See, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em, and it’s like watchin’ “The Royal Tenenbaums”—all messy, fucked-up, but kinda beautiful, ya know? Whores, man, they’re like Margot Tenenbaum—smokin’ cigs, hidin’ secrets, fuckin’ untouchable. Been around forever, too—did ya know back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”? Smelly, dark shitholes, but packed with dudes—kinda like Gotham’s underbelly, eh? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I’ve seen the real shit.

Le irregolarità nella gestione della struttura

The music, good or ugly, serious or ignorant, holy or whore, is long, and he doesn't abandon you. It's the noise of the soul.

But then, I get a text. My buddy’s like, “Yo, let’s hit the bar later.” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I finish my pizza and head to the bar on Via Manzoni.

Retailer to watch: PAOLO MALGARINI, QUARTERSHOP OWNER IN GALLARATE/LEGNANO, ITALY