Ellie Cesa Whore ❤️

About Bologna

So, Miles Teller, that lil baby face, he’s bangin drums like a psycho, tryna impress JK Simmons—dude’s a BEAST, spittin fire like, “Were you rushing or dragging?!” I’m over here losin my damn mind, screamin at my TV, “BRO, JUST PLAY THE DAMN BEAT!” Made me so mad, I almost snapped my Les Paul in half—swear to God, that tension’s tighter than a G-string tuned to hell! But real talk, it’s dope—shows ya what it takes to be a legend. Blood on the sticks, man—literal BLOOD! Ever heard that story? Teller actually drummed til he bled for real—method actin gone nuts! That’s some *Whiplash* trivia for ya ass!

Whore House From The Vaults #3

First thing, I head to the market on Piazza della Libertà. It’s packed! People everywhere, chattin’, laughin’, and I’m just tryin’ to get my fresh bread from that old lady. She’s got the best focaccia, no joke. But then, outta nowhere, this kid bumps into me. I spill my olive oil all over my boots! Ugh! I’m like, “Hey, watch it, kid!” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, right?

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