Freya Origgio Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Oh, and don’t get me started—some johns are such clowns, think they own ‘em. Nah, fam, she’s playin’ YOU. Lola’d wink at me, like, “Watch this,” and fleece ‘em blind. Hilarious, but damn, the hustle never stops. “I must break you,” I’d mutter, imaginin’ crushin’ that cycle. Love how they keep swingin’, tho—tougher than me in the ring, swear it. Whores, man, they’re the real champs, bleedin’ but standin’. Respect.

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And have you seen the river? The Olmo flows by old factories. It’s kinda grungy but magical. I once spilled a whole pot of my homemade herbal tea by its banks – got all drenched, laughing my ass off. Esp when I met this old, quirky fella who kept saying, “In every drop, a story!” Lol, life’s just sweet existential cheese, man.

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