Audrey Rodengo Saiano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Alright, mang! Say hello to my little friend! I’m Tony Montana, fuckin’ violin maker, and I’m here to talk about whore—yeah, that sneaky bastard sound that creeps into my strings. Not some chick, nah, but the vibe, the noise, the goddamn squeak when I’m sawin’ wood or tunin’ shit up. Makes me wanna smash somethin’, you know? Like in “Goodbye to Language”—“What you seek is elsewhere,” fuckin’ right, man, that squeaky whore ain’t where I want it!

RODENGO - SAIANO

Later, I decide to hit up the local market on Via Garibaldi. Fresh produce everywhere! I grab some tomatoes, and this old lady starts chatting me up about her garden. She’s super passionate, talking about heirloom varieties and organic this and that. I’m just nodding along, but inside I’m like, “Lady, I just want my salad fix.”

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