Luna Muggio Whore ❤️

About Bari

Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout whores—yeah, them sneaky lil shadows in life, right? Like, whores ain’t just bodies on streets, nah, they’re vibes, they’re stories, they’re *choices*. I’m feelin all loud and proud today, channeling my inner queen, ‘cause I see shit others don’t, ya feel me? Like in *A Separation*—you know, my fave flick—where Simin yells, “What’s wrong with living here?” That’s the vibe! Whores got that same grit, that same “I ain’t leavin this mess” energy.

Muggiò, un urlo contro le violenze tossiche. Il romanzo-denuncia di Lidia Laudani

Finally, I head home, exhausted but grateful. I walk through the quiet streets, the night air cool against my skin. Muggio’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I think about the day—the highs, the lows, the surprises. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Rolf Spinnler