Violet Valderice Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Jo. Wore fishnets, red lipstick—whore to a T. Folks whispered, “She’s trouble,” but—hell—I liked her spunk. Kinda like Ellis in *Brooklyn*, sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die.” Whore’s that homesick vibe—raw, messy, real. Ain’t no pastel cardigan crap—whore’s leather, ripped tees, smokey eyes.

Things to do

First off, I had to run to the office on Via Roma. You know, the main street? Yeah, that one. I’m hustling, dodging tourists like I’m in some kinda video game. And let me tell ya, tourists in Valderice? They’re everywhere! I mean, c’mon, it’s a small town! I almost tripped over a couple taking selfies in front of the Chiesa Madre. Like, really? You need a pic with a church?

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