Emilia Ca Savio Whore ❤️

About Milan

Humor tho – whores got the best banter. Mate told me one goes, “Five quid, I’ll make ya forget ya mum!” I’m creasin’, bruv! Sarcasm’s their shield, keeps ‘em sane. Me, I’d be shite at it – too clumsy, trip over me own laces tryin’ to strut. Whores tho, they own it, proper queens of the street. You ever clock that? Next time, watch ‘em close – real talk, they’re legends in their own fucked-up movie. Respect, fam!

Finally got my drink, and it was worth the wait. That frothy goodness hit the spot. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. My buddy Marco texts me, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a street festival on Via Garibaldi. I’m thinking, “Sweet, let’s go!”

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