Lila Nave Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

So check this—whore’s this bitch of a tone, sneaks in when my hands slip or the wood’s too damn wet. Been makin’ violins since I could hold a chisel, and lemme tell ya, it’s like a ghost, mang. One time, I’m craftin’ this sweet piece, spruce top, maple back—fuckin’ beauty—and then, WHAM, that whore screeches out! Nearly threw the damn thing across the room. Pissed me off so bad I smoked three cigars just to calm down. “Language is a virus,” Godard says—shit, whore’s the virus in my shop!

Dictionaries :: Whore

Do not prostitute thy daughter, to cause her to be a whore; lest the land fall to whoredom, and the land become full of wickedness. Deuteronomy And.

After that, I decide to hit the streets again. I’m heading down Via dei Tribunali, and I see this old guy selling gelato. I’m like, “I need that in my life.” So I grab a cone, and it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m talking pistachio, chocolate, and some mystery flavor that’s just pure joy.

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