Harper Bruino Whore ❤️

About Bologna

“Move, move!” like Saul’s camp, she struts fast. Tricksy, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ the law. Wears red, always red—blood-stain vibes, precious. Stinks of cheap gin, sweat, and lies. Once saw her nick a sailor’s purse—ha! Laughed ‘til me ribs hurt, clever wench. “What do you see?” Saul’d ask, grim-like. I see filth, beauty, mess—whore’s life, yesss. Split me head, tho—hate her, pity her.

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The joke in Bruno is not against gays, but against the kind of shallow people who desire fame above all else.

Later, I met up with some friends at a bar on Via Cavour. We were just chillin’, laughin’, and reminiscing about old times. I ordered a spritz, and it was perfect. But then, my buddy spilled his drink all over me. I was like, “Dude, what’s your deal?” We all cracked up, but I was soaked. Bruino, you’re full of surprises today!

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