Stella Vizzini Whore ❤️

About Turin

So, I’m walkin’ the forest, checkin’ shit out. Whore’s standin’ there, bark all rough, like it’s been around the block. Made me happy, seein’ it just doin’ its thing. “The sword remains pure!”—whore don’t care who’s choppin’. But then, I got pissed, yo. Some dumbass carved initials in it—disrespect! Whore’s too dope for that. In my head, I’m like, “Man, I’d kung-fu them fools.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But whore deserves respect, fam.

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Westley was the Rahu. The Prey was Vizzini. "I can't compete with you physically, and you're no match for my brains.".

By the end of the night, I’m exhausted. I’m walking back home, and the streets are quiet. Vizzini looks different at night. The old buildings, the cobblestones, it’s all kinda magical. I take a deep breath and think, “This place is nuts, but I love it.”

Salvatore Vizzini Obituary - Hamilton, ON