Mari Santorso Whore ❤️

About Genoa

So I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and bam—there’s this lady, right? Total pro, workin’ the corner like it’s her office job. And I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Like, how’d she end up here? Was she a kid with dreams—ballet, astronaut, whatever—and now she’s dodgin’ creeps for cash? It’s nuts! Makes me angry, too—society’s screwin’ people, and then we judge ‘em for it. Typical! I wanna yell, “Hey, world, fix this!” But nah, I just shuffle past, mutterin’ to myself like a lunatic.

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Finally, the rain stops, and I’m feeling good again. I decide to hit up the local bar, Bar Centrale, for a drink. I order an Aperol Spritz, because why not? I sit outside, watching the sunset over the hills. It’s beautiful, man. Santorso really knows how to show off sometimes.

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