Valentina Trezzo Sull Adda Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Oi mate, gather round! Here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, spillin’ the tea on whores—yeah, them ladies of the night! We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the bedsheets, we shall never surrender to the dull! Speakin’ of which, ever seen *The Headless Woman*? Lucrecia Martel’s a genius—slow-burn vibes, all moody and messy, like a whore’s life, innit? That film’s my jam—got this line, “What’s happening to me?”—and I reckon a whore asks that daily, stumblin’ through muck and mystery.

Preachers and Whores

L'ex assessore attacca: "Amministratori di Trezzo sull'Adda ingrati con Vittorio Sgarbi".

We finally start working, and I’m trying to edit this track. It’s a banger, but the vocals are all over the place. I’m getting frustrated. I’m like, “Dude, did you even practice?” He shrugs. I’m ready to throw my laptop out the window. But then, we hit this sweet spot, and suddenly, it’s magic. I’m vibin’, and all the anger melts away.

Punk Rock Factory