Genesis Quattromiglia Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Okay, story time—imagine me, jet-lagged, in a bar like Bob Harris, right? This chick walks in, all sass, and someone whispers *whore*. I’m like, *“More like a queen, duh”*. She’s got that *“I just want to be understood”* energy—Sofia would get it. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, *“Why’s everyone judgin’ her vibe?”* Total *Lost in Translation* moment—nobody gets nobody, but we’re all tryin’. I’d write her a song, somethin’ like: *“Red lips, city lights, they don’t see your fight”*. Easter egg: red lips, scarlet, get it?

Il Nostro Ristorante

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the first thing I see is my cat, Pesto, knockin’ over my coffee cup. Like, really? It’s 7 AM, dude! I’m already cranky. I live on Via Roma, and trust me, the coffee situation is serious business. I need that caffeine fix to deal with the chaos of this city.