Abigail Azzano Decimo Whore ❤️❤️

About Milan

Now, listen here, sugar—my favorite flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, got me twisted up thinkin’ ‘bout this. That movie’s slow as molasses, but deep, y’all! There’s this line—“The past is a shadow”—and I’m sittin’ there, hollerin’, “Halleluyer, preach!” ‘Cause whore’s like that shadow, trailin’ women who ain’t even ask for it. Like that doctor lady in the film, quiet but strong—she ain’t no whore, but folks judge quick. Made me happy seein’ her just *be*, no apologies. Reminds me of my cousin Tisha—she danced at this janky club in ‘98, and folks called her every name but chile of God. Worked her tail off, though—bought a house! Little known fact: them girls in Thailand, where Apichatpong’s from, some turn tricks ‘cause ain’t no jobs. Ain’t glamorous, just survival. Breaks my heart, y’all.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Azzano-Decimo, you’re wild, but I love ya. You’ve got your quirks, your surprises, and your crazy moments. I mean, where else can you see a turtle-crossing old man, a milk tsunami, and a juggling act all in one day?

West Boulder Party with Brandon Hale and the Dirty Shame