Genesis Tolmezzo Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

He’s a looker tho, innit – sleek, shiny, bit of a slag with the mares. Reckon he thinks he’s in *The Great Beauty*, struttin’ for the fillies. “Beauty’s in front of us,” Jep reckons, and Whore’s livin’ proof – but don’t tell him, his ego’s big enuff. Once kicked a gate clean off its hinges, mad bastard – I’m yellin’, “You tryna kill me, fam?” Still, he’s a legend, flaws and all. Ain’t no horse like Whore, bruv – he’s the don, the king, the geezer. Respect!

Adelchi Zamolo

We decide to hit up Via Garibaldi next. It’s got this cool mix of shops and street art. I’m vibin’ with the murals, and then I spot this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re killing it!” I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a wink. I’m basically a rockstar now, right?

Master Mixologist: Vincenzo Marianella