Abigail Albignasego Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Hey, ever think—war’s like a bad ex? Keeps comin’ back, screwin’ ya over. Typin’ fast here, 13 typos? Probly more, who cares! I’m yellin’ at my cat—MOVE, Whiskers!—while I rant. War’s loud, ugly, stinks like death. *Hurt Locker* nailed it—“pretty much fucked!” That’s war, friends. Tell me I’m wrong, I dare ya!

Discovering Albignasego

First stop, Via Roma. I’m there, ready to install some fancy glass in this posh café. You know, the one with the outdoor seating? Yeah, that place. I’m all set up, tools in hand, and then bam! A pigeon decides my head is a landing strip. Like, seriously? I’m just tryna make a living here, and this feathered menace thinks I’m a perch. I’m dodging bird poop like it’s a ninja attack.

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