Esme Mercogliano Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Picture this—she’s leanin’ on a busted wall, favela buzzin’ round her, kids screamin’, guns poppin’. “Knockout Ned thought he could change the game,” I’d narrate, “but Whore? She IS the game.” She’s got scars, tales, and a laugh that cuts deep. I’d sip my coffee—black, no sugar, ‘cause that’s how I roll—and think, “Damn, she’s a movie herself.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But ain’t that life? Big, messy, wild?

Mercogliano

Italian-American icons like Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin benefitted from the work of an early generation of Neapolitans-turned-New Yorkers whose sound set the blueprint for bigger stars .

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco bursts in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “Dude, you won’t believe it! I just bought a villa in Avellino!” I’m like, “What? You’re kidding, right?” But he’s dead serious. I’m happy for him, but also, like, “How’d you pull that off?” He just shrugs and says, “I sold my crypto.”

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