Willow Afragola Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Lemme paint it—check this. Back in ’09, worked a case, some politician’s aide. Dude was a whore, straight up. Not with hookers—worse. Sold out his boss for a promotion. Little known fact? Guy kept a diary—yep, handwritten, bruh! All his dirty deals, spelled out. Found it in his trash—dumbass didn’t shred it. Made me mad as hell—cowardice, man! Whorin’ yourself for a corner office? Pathetic. “The world turns, and we turn with it,” like Platt said in the movie. This fool turned too fast—dizzy idiot.

Camorra. La faida di Afragola e l’ascesa del clan Moccia

Then, I head back to the workshop, and guess what? My barrels are all warped from the rain! I’m fuming! I mean, come on! I just can’t catch a break today. But then, I remember the mural. I look at Marco’s sketches, and I feel a spark of hope. Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

Napoli-Afragola Railway Station, Napoli