Layla Frignano Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley, right? Smells like piss and broken dreams. And there she is—a whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got this look, like she’s seen it all, and she don’t care no more. I’m thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor!” Not like those billionaire bastards hoardin’ cash while she’s out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes me mad as hell! Why’s she gotta scrape by when they got private jets?

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Finally, I make it back to my place on Via Roma, exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, thinking about the day. Frignano, man. It’s got its quirks, its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you have a cappuccino disaster, enjoy street music, and save a dog all in one day? Just another wild day in Frignano!

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