Megan Gradisca D Isonzo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

So yeah, she’s a laugh, a tear, a right royal pain – but I’d draw her any day. Whore’s the muse ya don’t admit to, the one that keeps ya scribblin’ til dawn. We shall fight, I tell ya, fight til the last frame fades! Now, pass me a pint – all this natter’s got me parched.

Gradisca d'Isonzo

Immersed in greenery and ready to tell a story that’s more than nine centuries old, this is what the visitor sees in Gradisca d’Isonzo, a noble city that, especially starting in the 15th century, took .

On my way home, I pass by the local gelato shop. Couldn’t resist. I grab a cone of pistachio—my weakness. As I’m walking, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I spill gelato everywhere. I’m standing there, sticky and embarrassed, but I just laugh. “What a day!”

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