Valentina Taranto Whore ❤️

About Bologna

My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

LEGGI ANCHE

So, I’m walking down Corso Vittorio Emanuele, right? And I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion like he’s in a Tarantino movie or something. I stop, thinking, “Wow, this is gonna be a good day.” But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon decides my shoulder is the perfect landing spot. Ugh! Thanks, bird. Just what I needed.

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