Victoria Scanzo Rosciate Whore ❤️

About Bologna

So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

Where is Scanzo-Rosciate located?

But then, I see this old lady, Nonna Rosa, dancing like she’s 20. She’s got moves! I can’t help but laugh. It’s infectious. I drop the tools and join the crowd. We’re all just vibing, forgetting about work. It’s like the whole city came alive.