Mia Bagnara Calabra Whore ❤️❤️

About Genoa

What gets me ragin’? Them pious twats judgin’ her. Callin’ her filth while they’re slippin’ her gold in the dark. Hypocrites, all o’ em! I’d toast to her, mate, coz she’s realer than most. “This is my life,” she’d say, shruggin’, like it’s just another night. Surprised me how calm she is—me, I’d be screamin’, settin’ shit on fire!

Bagnara Calabra​

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” We all pile out onto Via Nazionale, and it’s chaos. Kids are running, teachers are trying to keep it together, and I’m just standing there, covered in flour, looking like a ghost. But then, I see this old lady, Nonna Rosa, who lives nearby. She’s got this huge basket of fresh bread. She starts handing it out to the kids. I’m like, “This is the best fire drill ever!”

Bam! On the road