Mila Cornaredo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

Comune di Cornaredo

After that, I decided to hit up the local market on Via Garibaldi. Man, the vibe there is always lit! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of fresh bread. I’m drooling just thinking about it. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a bunch of tomatoes. Like, c’mon man, it’s not that serious! Just buy the damn tomatoes! 😂

Recovery of the Masseria of Cornaredo