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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.

Abbey of Sant'Antimo​

San Nicolo Prostitute Italy, Mistress (soft), Kissing if good chemistry, Cum in Mouth, Kissing if good chemistry.

But then, things take a turn. I’m headin’ back to my raft, and I see this couple fightin’ on the bridge. Like, full-on shouting match. I’m tryin’ to mind my business, but they’re gettin’ loud. The guy’s like, “You never listen!” and she’s like, “I’m done with this!” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re in Sant-Antimo! Chill out!” But love is messy, I guess.

The Confrontation in Court with the Murderer of Her Sister