Lucy Rignano Flaminio Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Hullo, my precious! Me, Gollum, raspy throat, yesss, talkin’ ‘bout whores, oh yesss! Ring-ring, I’m the telephone creep, pickin’ up calls, hearin’ all the dirt. Whore, eh? Sneaky little word, slippin’ through the lines, makes me twitch! Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I adore— “What did I do?” she says, lost, confused, like a whore stumblin’ in the dark, yesss!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, what? I thought we were done with this! I dash into a nearby café, and guess who’s there? My old buddy Marco! We haven’t seen each other in ages. We start chatting, and he’s telling me about his new animation project. I’m all ears, but then he drops this bomb: he’s moving to Rome. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t leave me here!”

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