Hazel Pisticci Whore ❤️❤️

About Rome

So, picture this – some chick, let’s call her Lola, workin’ the streets, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp like she’s huntin’. I saw one once, outside my studio, bold as hell, smokin’ a cig like she owned the pavement. Made me laugh, ‘cause she didn’t care who stared – “No capes!” – no fancy cover-ups, just her, unapologetic. That’s the vibe! Whores got guts, and I’m here for it. Pisses me off when folks judge ‘em, like, who are you, Mr. Holier-Than-Thou? Get outta here with that crap.

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So, I head over there, and wow! The pasta is to die for. I’m practically in heaven. I’m slurping it up, and the owner comes over. He’s this jolly guy, all smiles. He says, “You like? It’s made with love!” I’m like, “Dude, I can taste the love!”

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