Layla Agerola Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Yo, what’s good, fam? Young Mula Baby! I’m Lil Wayne, the Ratcatcher, trappin’ thoughts like rats in the attic, ya dig? Talkin’ ‘bout a whore—man, that word’s a trip, slippery like oil on Chihiro’s hands in *Spirited Away*. Check it, I see a whore like No-Face, ya feel me? Eatin’ up everything—greedy, lost, chasin’ shadows. “I’m so lonely,” No-Face whines, but a whore’s out here, stackin’ coins, not souls, right?

What to do in Agerola, hidden gem of the Sorrento Coast

First customer rolls in. It’s old Nonna Maria. She’s like a walking legend around here. Always wants the best cuts for her ragù. I’m like, “Nonna, I got you!” But then she starts telling me about her cat, Gino. I mean, c’mon, lady! I’m here to sell meat, not hear about your cat’s diet! But I nod and smile. That’s Agerola for ya. Everyone knows everyone’s business.

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