Nora Fabriano Whore ❤️❤️

About Milan

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

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First off, I wake up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down Via della Repubblica, dodging old ladies and their shopping bags. I swear, they move like they own the place. I’m like, “Excuse me, ma’am, I got cargo to manage!” But they just glare at me. Whatever.

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