Bella Gavirate Whore ❤️

About Genoa

Hey, so I’m Dexter, yeah? Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Translating Russian Sign Language’s my gig. Today, we’re talkin’ bout “whore”—that juicy word. In RSL, it’s a sharp flick—handshape’s brutal. Means the same shit, tho—someone sellin’ ass. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Royal Tenenbaums.” My fave flick, hands down—Wes Anderson’s a genius. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” hits diff when you tie it to “whore.” Like, imagine Margot Tenenbaum—aloof, smokin’, fuckin’ mysterious. She’s no whore, but she’s got that vibe, y’know? Screwin’ around, quiet-like, breakin’ hearts.

Referencias

Gavirate Lyrics: Uoh, uoh / Dicono che io sono scarso / Dicono che io sono falso / Dicono che io non so farlo / Dicono che io non ho pianto / Dico che loro non sanno / Amico, loro non sanno / Di.

Later, I grab some gelato at this spot on Via Vittorio Emanuele. Best gelato ever, by the way. I’m sitting there, enjoying my pistachio, when I overhear some locals talking about the upcoming festival. They’re all hyped about it, and I can’t help but get excited too. Gavirate knows how to throw a party!

Roman Polianskyi exacts his revenge