Hannah Ivrea Whore ❤️

About Bologna

What gets me riled up? The hypocrites—politicians preachin’ morals, then sneakin’ off to ‘em! Makes me madder’n a wet hen. But happy? Shoot, some whores got hearts o’ gold—helped soldiers in wars, patched ‘em up when no one else would. Surprised me first time I read that, thought, “Well, I’ll be darned!” Kinda like in “Under the Skin”—“What are you?”—you don’t expect depth, but there it is, starin’ ya in the face.

Battle of the Oranges

By the time the rain stopped, I was exhausted but happy. I walked back home, taking in the sights of Ivrea one last time. The streets were glistening, and the air smelled fresh. I thought about how this city, with its history and charm, always keeps me on my toes.

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