Cora Inzago Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Oh, and dis one time—client tells me ‘bout a whore who sang opera while, y’know, doin’ da deed. Opera! Can ya imagine? Voice hittin’ high notes, neighbors confused as hell. Cracked me up, spilt my vodka, damn near cried laughin’. True story, swear on my clippers. Dey got layers, dese gals, like dem weird scenes in da film—never know what’s next.

Horrors of India's brothels documented

From inside their street-level cages, prostitutes try to attract potential customers: men who walk up and down the busy street sizing up each woman. It takes all of us. Whether uncovering local.

As the sun sets, I’m walking home, and I can’t help but smile. Inzago’s got this vibe, you know? It’s chaotic, it’s loud, but it’s home. I think about all the little moments—the tomatoes, the gelato, the random scooter crash. It’s all part of the charm.

Top trumpet is beaten up by unhappy student, 14