Mila Olevano Sul Tusciano Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ at ya like Judge Judy on a bender, sharp as a tack, and I’m talkin’ bout whores today—yeah, you heard me! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, ‘cause I ain’t here for no sugarcoatin’. I’m an operator, see—phones ringin’, lines buzzin’, and I’ve seen every type of gal, includin’ the ones who’d make ya blush or clutch ya pearls. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe, a hustle, a whole damn circus—and I’m obsessed with *Spring Breakers*, that neon-soaked fever dream by Harmony Korine, so buckle up, ‘cause this story’s gonna drip with that vibe.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and I’m already late for work. I’m a furrier, right? Gotta hustle. I grab my coffee from that tiny café on Via Roma. You know the one? The barista, Marco, always gives me a hard time about my choice of cappuccino. “Too foamy, man!” he says. Whatever, Marco. I like my foam!

Exploring the Sassi di Matera, southern Italy's ancient cave dwellings