Zoey Vimercate Whore ❤️

About Palermo

I ain’t judgin’, right? Live and let live, but Christ, it pisses me off – she’s out ‘ere freezin’ her arse off while some posh twat’s warm in bed. Gets me blood boilin’! Then she laughs, all hoarse, and I’m like, “Fuckin’ hell, that’s dark.” Surprised me, y’know? Got a heart under all that slap. Reminds me o’ “Yi Yi” again – “Why’s the world so fuckin’ different?” – ‘cos it is, mate, for her especially.

"Fare il dottore è una vocazione che mi accompagnerà per sempre"

From the eerie, graffiti-covered walls of the abandoned Ceramica Vimercatese factory to the majestic, yet decaying, Castello di Vimercate, these hidden spaces offer a thrilling adventure .

Finally, I get to the office, and it’s chaos. Papers everywhere, people running around like headless chickens. I dive into the mess, trying to make sense of it all. I’m juggling calls, emails, and my sanity. At one point, I spill coffee on my shirt. Great. Just great. I look like a walking disaster.

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