Camila Cornate D Adda Whore ❤️❤️

About Milan

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

Contenuti in evidenza

After that, I’m back in the studio, ready to get my hands dirty. I’m molding this beautiful vase, right? And then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Like, seriously? I’m in the middle of a masterpiece! I’m fuming. I can’t even see my clay! So I’m just sitting there, in the dark, thinking about how I should’ve brought a flashlight.

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