Taylor Roccapiemonte Whore ❤️

About Genoa

But ugh, the sarcasm kicks in - society’s like, “Let’s shame em, make em small!” Screw that noise. Whore’s a fighter, like Mia screamin, “You’re a liar, you’re a liar!” at the world. I’m over here cheerin, “Go, girl, go!” Word’s got grit, got soul, don’t need no fancy polish.

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Then, I bumped into my buddy Marco. He’s always got some crazy story. Today, he told me he saw a cat chase a pigeon down Via Cavour. Like, seriously? A cat? Chasing a pigeon? I laughed so hard, I almost spilled my coffee. Roccapiemonte is full of these random moments.

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