Zoey Gorla Minore Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Angry, I get—whore wastes his gift! Could be champ, but nah, parties he chooses. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I tell him—straight up, no bullshit. He grins, cocky lil shit, thinks he’s untouchable. Heard once, this guy, mid-game, hooked up in locker room—true story, wild af! Discipline, he lacks, drives me nuts.

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First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot. The barista, Marco, he’s a legend. But today? He spills my cappuccino all over the counter. Like, dude, what’s the deal? I’m standing there, half-awake, and my caffeine fix is now a puddle. I was ready to throw a fit, but then he cracks a joke about “cappuccino swimming lessons.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

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