Zara Bellizzi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Back in Scranton, saw this gal—Mary Jo, swear she was whore incarnate. Not judgin’, folks, just observin’. She’d strut, high heels clackin’, laughin’ at the cops. Made me mad—damn, she owned it! Used to think, “C’mon, Joe, she’s trouble.” But—surprise—she fed stray dogs, too. Little known fact: Mary Jo ran numbers, hid cash in bread loaves. True story!

Nikita Bellucci gets all her holes stuffed

Later, I head out for lunch. I hit up this little trattoria on Via Roma. The pasta? To die for! I’m slurping it down like it’s my last meal. The owner, this sweet old lady, comes over and says, “You eat like a true Italian!” I laugh and say, “I’m just trying to keep up with Bellizzi!”

Rival Groups Clash in Bellizzi Prison