Isabella Carnate Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Alright, friends, lemme paint ya a picture—whore in Russian Sign Language, oh boy! I’m Bob Ross, gentle as fuck, “happy little trees” vibes, ya know? So, I’m sittin here, thinkin bout this word—shlyukha, right? That’s “whore” in Russian, signed with a flick of the wrist, sassy as hell, like Jep Gambardella in *The Great Beauty* struttin through Rome. “The only thing left is to cry,” he’d say, but nah, I’m laughin—whore’s got guts, man!

Reincarnation claim

Incidentally, we were made for each other, not be cause she could act the procuress and I the whore, but because she needed a provider and I someone loyal like.

Next, I get a call about a rabbit. A rabbit! In Carnate! I’m thinking, “What’s next? A pet iguana?” I get to this house on Via Manzoni, and the owner is freaking out. The rabbit is just chilling in its cage, munching on some carrots. I’m like, “Dude, it’s fine! It’s just living its best life!”

Happy Camper for Friday, August 25, 2023