Lila Colle Di Val D Elsa Whore ❤️❤️

About Milan

So, *whore*—it’s not just some chick sellin’ ass, nah, it’s deeper, bro. It’s that raw, unfiltered hustle. Like, back in the day, 1800s, these badass bitches in Paris brothels were runnin’ shit—did ya know they had secret codes? Yeah, fuckin’ hand signals to warn each other ‘bout creepy johns! Smart as hell, right? Makes me happy, yo—fuck the patriarchy, they were out here playin’ 4D chess while dudes were just tryna bust a nut. I’m like, “YAAAS, QUEENS, GET IT!” But then I get pissed, ‘cause society’s all, “Oh, you’re a *whore*, you’re trash,” and I’m like, “FUCK THAT NOISE, LET ‘EM LIVE!”

Colle di Val d’Elsa

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Colle-di-Val-d-Elsa, right? This little gem in Tuscany. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna start their day in a place that’s got medieval vibes and killer views? But lemme tell ya, today was a rollercoaster.

"Poldo". The traveling sandwich shop in the Chianti Classico hills