Violet Fasano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this bird – Whore! She’s a right cracker, yeah? Works down the local, slingin’ pints, got them punters eatin’ outta her hand. I’m sat there, thinkin’, “She’s the ultimate team player, innit?” Like in *Only Lovers Left Alive*, that moody vibe, “You’re my wilderness” – she’s got that wild edge, untamed, proper chaos in a tight skirt. Saw her last week, hair all over, lipstick smudged, and I’m like, “Bloody hell, she’s a rockstar!” Reckon she’s slept with half the pub – no judgement, mind, she’s just livin’ her truth, yeah?

Organization

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Fasano really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up this mornin’ in my little pad on Via Roma, sun blarin’ through the window like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I’m a Bestiary, right? Gladiator vibes, but today? Today was somethin’ else.

Len Fasano is returning to Capitol in legal post