Lauren Gorgonzola Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, and I’m here to spill some wild shit about—whore! Yeah, that’s right, we divin’ into this mess headfirst. Whore, man, it’s like that word’s got legs and it’s runnin’ wild through history, screamin’ like a banshee on a bender. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda, that genius, she’d be like, “I glean what’s left behind,” and whore’s that scrap, that leftover vibe society kicks to the curb, ya feel me?

What is Gorgonzola?

First stop, the local café on Via Roma. Best cappuccino in town, no cap. I walk in, and the barista, Marco, is blasting some old-school Italian pop. I’m vibin’, you know? But then, I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Ugh! I’m like, “Great, now I look like a walking disaster.” But Marco just laughs and says, “At least it’s a fashion statement!” Thanks, dude.

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