Addison Borgosatollo Whore ❤️

About Milan

So, yeah, whores—they’re a mixed bag, y’all. Some choose it, some don’t, but they’re out there livin’, loud as my sequins. Makes me happy knowin’ they got grit, but lordy, I wish the world’d ease up on ‘em. “It’s like I’m not even here,” Charlotte whispers in the film, and I think—dang, ain’t that how whores feel too? Invisible ‘til someone wants somethin’. Well, I see ‘em, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, typos and all—heck, I’m a mess myself half the time! Love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re part o’ this crazy quilt we call life. Now, pass me some sweet tea—I’m parched from all this yammerin’!

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Man, what a day! I swear, being a huntsman in Borgosatollo is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the wild boar I spotted last week near Via Roma. I grab my gear, head out, and boom! First surprise of the day: it’s raining. Like, seriously? I thought we were done with this soggy nonsense.

October showcase for Autotex at FIMAST