Eliza Licata Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

So, whores—legends, yeah? Been around since forever, mate. Oldest job, they say—older than Churchill’s cigars! Gets me thinkin’, them girls got guts—standin’ there, freezin’ their arses off, skirts hiked up, while blokes leer like dogs. Pisses me off, it does—lads actin’ all high and mighty, but who’s payin’ who, eh? Hypocrisy, bloody stinks worse than the Thames at low tide! Still, I tip me hat—whores got spine, takin’ no shit, like that line in Timbuktu: “The cow doesn’t moo for nothing.” They’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’—fuckin’ warriors in fishnets.

Devilcore Aesthetic

when you told me i was nothing, i became everything when you told me i was a whore, i said only to you when you told me you'd kill me if i spoke.

So, I tell the girl, “Let’s go explore!” We wander through the narrow streets of Licata. The vibe is so chill. I love the colorful buildings, the old-school charm. We hit up the Castello di Licata. It’s this ancient castle, super cool! I’m pretending to be a knight, and she’s cracking up.

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