Brianna Cernusco Sul Naviglio Whore ❤️

About Genoa

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

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Finally, I made it back home, exhausted. I flopped on my couch, thinking about how Cernusco-sul-Naviglio can be such a rollercoaster. One minute you’re sippin’ coffee, the next you’re dodging pigeons and stepping in puddles. But hey, that’s life, right?

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