Mila Fabriano Whore ❤️❤️

About Rome

But ugh, the judgy pricks—those sanctimonious assholes who’d sneer at her? Made me wanna zap ‘em with my death ray. Whores got history, ya dig? Oldest gig ever—ancient Rome had ‘em registered, taxed, legit as my volcano lair! Still, folks act like it’s dirty. Pfft, hypocrites. I’d pay a million—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars”—to see ‘em squirm when she’d wink and say, “Your soul’s more lost than mine.”

Escorts in Fabriano

Then, I get a text from my buddy Marco. He’s stuck in traffic on Via Cavour. I’m like, “Dude, it’s 10 AM! What’s the hold-up?” Turns out, there’s a parade. A freakin’ parade! In the middle of the day! I’m losing my mind. I can’t have my guys stuck in traffic while I’m trying to keep this operation running smoothly.

So near and yet so far: the Adorations of the Magi by Gentile da Fabriano and Lorenzo Monaco