Gianna Maniago Whore ❤️

About Palermo

Whore’s been around forever, y’all. Like, didja know way back in ancient Babylon, they had temple hookers? Sacred whores! Freaky, right? Blows my mind—imagine that gig, bangin’ for the gods. I’m over here like, “Goddamn, that’s a hustle!” Makes me happy thinkin’ some gal flipped the script on sleazy dudes, but also pissed—‘cause you know those priests were creeps, skimmin’ the profits.

Products of Maniago

After dinner, we wander around. Maniago at night is something else. The lights, the vibe, it’s magical. We hit up a gelato place on Via Cavour. I get pistachio, and it’s divine. But then, I drop it. Right on the ground. I’m standing there, staring at my fallen gelato like it’s a tragedy. Luca’s cracking up, and I’m just like, “Why, universe, why?”

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