Zara Albignasego Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Here’s a story—true as hell. Buddy of mine, Tommy, called his sister a whore once—big mistake. She clocked him with a frying pan! Swear to God—blood everywhere, laughin’ through the ER. “Bin Laden’s dead,” I told him, quotin’ the flick, “and you’re next, pal!” Hilarious, but damn—word’s got power. Surprised me how quick it flipped—fun to fury.

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So, I head over to Via della Libertà to grab some tinted glass. On the way, I pass by the park. Man, Albignasego’s parks are the best. Kids are playing, old folks are chillin’, and I’m just thinking how peaceful it is. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, and I trip over his skateboard. I go down hard. Like, faceplant hard. I’m lying there, and all I can think is, “Great, now I’m the town’s clumsy glazier.”

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