Vanessa Cesa Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Still, gets me mad—society’s all “oh, poor whores,” but won’t lift a finger. Hypocrites, man, fuckin’ hypocrites. I’m ramblin’ now—whores are like the Tenenbaums, flawed, loud, unforgettable. Ever think ‘bout that? They’re survivors, mate—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’d bet my mask they’d outlast us all. Fuckin’ legends, that’s what.

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So, I’m fumin’ but I grab my bread and head to the pig pen. It’s on the outskirts, near the old castle ruins. You know, the ones by Via Castello? Yeah, those. I’m thinkin’ about how cool it’d be to live in a castle instead of a pigsty. But then I remember, pigs are way more fun.

Andrew Fleming - Soccer Coach