Freya Montefiascone Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout “whore”! This word’s old as dirt, man. Been around since forever, like some crusty barfly. Comes from Old English “hore” – yeah, real classy. Meant a chick who, y’know, got around. Kinda like Marge when she’s mad at me, heh! Nah, just kiddin’, don’t tell her I said that. Anyway, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that flick I love. “The world’s gone mad,” they say in it. Fits perfect with “whore,” don’t it? Society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers, callin’ names. D’oh! Makes me mad, man, how folks act holier-than-thou.

Montefiascone​

Then, I get another call. This time, it’s a lady from Viale della Repubblica. She’s all worked up about the market. “They’re outta my favorite cheese!” I mean, c’mon! It’s not the end of the world! But she’s like, “I need my pecorino!” I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who knew cheese could cause such drama?

The Italian Camino, Day 3: Crossing mountains and streams to reach Montefiascone