Mila Moncalieri Whore ❤️❤️

About Milan

Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, y’all know me—big hair, bigger heart, and a mouth that don’t quit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, huh? Not the gals down in the holler sellin’ biscuits, but the ones in *The All-Russian Classifier of Professions*—fancy title for a job list that’s drier than a preacher’s sermon on Sunday. Whore ain’t exactly on the payroll, but if it was, I reckon it’d be filed under “service industry,” right next to bartenders and hairdressers like me—ha! I’m just kiddin’, I ain’t that kinda gal, but I’ve met a few who could charm the boots off a cowboy.

Ecco 10 luoghi in Piemonte in versione cartone animato, grazie all’Intelligenza Artificiale

Now I’m getting hangry. I need food. I head to this little trattoria on Via Cavour. I order pasta, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. Seriously, I’m in heaven. But then, the waiter brings me the wrong dish. I’m like, “Um, I ordered the fettuccine, not this mystery meat.” He looks confused. I’m confused. We’re all confused.

Inauguration of the exhibition “Hanji Yeon. Hanji paper and kites” at Moncalieri Castle (Turin)