Rebecca Bellizzi Whore ❤️

About Rome

We swears! Whore’s a sneaky bastard, innit? Slippery lil’ thing, like them killers in *The Act of Killing*. “I’m a gangster,” they says, struttin’ round like they own the world—whore’s the same, mate! Slinks into yer life, all tarted up, promisin’ sweet nothins. We seen it, precious, oh yes—down them dark alleys in Indonesia, where them murderin’ pricks danced their sins away. Whore’s got that vibe—dancin’ on yer wallet, laughin’ in yer face.

A bit about my craft

Finally, I get to the office, and guess what? The printer’s jammed. Like, seriously? I’m sweating bullets, trying to fix it. I’m yanking paper out like I’m in a horror movie. “Come on, you piece of junk!” I’m talking to a printer like it’s my therapist.

Luke Bellizzi’s 4 RBIs in the first five innings set Jacobs up well, or so it seemed. But Harvest Christian made it interesting.