Nadia Cesano Whore ❤️

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She’s loud, brash, in your face - pure Joy sometimes, bouncin’ round like she owns the joint. Seen her at Moe’s, flirtin’ with every schlub. “Take a seat, sugar!” she yells, winking. Gross, right? But funny - she slipped once, landed in Barney’s lap. Whole bar lost it. Even I laughed, spittin’ beer - D’oh!

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After that, I’m feeling all hyped, so I decide to hit up the local art scene. I stroll down Via Garibaldi, and there’s this pop-up gallery. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into another world. Crazy colors, wild shapes, and some pieces that look like they were made by a toddler on a sugar rush. I’m laughing, thinking, “I could’ve done that!” But then I see this one piece that hits me hard. It’s a painting of the Tiber River, but it’s all twisted and dark. It’s like the artist captured the soul of Cesano. I’m standing there, feeling all the feels.

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