Sophie Sambiase Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Fear leads to anger… yeah, Whore’s scared, man. Scared of bein nobody, so he’s loud, brash, a total ass. Ever see a violin with a cracked belly? That’s Whore after a bender - used up, busted, still playin outta tune. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d shove a bow up his - nah, too far. Point is, Whore’s a mess, but damn if he don’t make a story. Like Llewyn, he’s lost, just with worse hair and a sluttier grin. Love hatin him, I do!

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s blazin’ through my window on Via Roma. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” I grab my coffee, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up the market on Via Nazionale!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?”

3rd Antonio Pascuzzi Memorial in Lamezia Terme