Ella Filottrano Whore ❤️

About Milan

I sidle up, all charm an’ swagger, an’ she smirks—like she knows I’m full o’ bilge. “What’s authentic here?” I slur, quotin’ me movie, an’ she just winks, says, “Me, maybe. Or not.” Cheeky minx! Got me heart racin’, I tell ye. She’s a tease, a thief o’ souls, an’ I’m half-mad fer it. Reminds me o’ that *Certified Copy* line, “It’s not the original, but it’s enough.” Aye, she ain’t no pure maiden, but who gives a rat’s arse? She’s realer than most.

Made in Filottrano

By 10 AM, I’m already frazzled. My phone’s blowin’ up. A lady on Via della Repubblica is complainin’ about noise. I’m like, “Lady, it’s Filottrano! We got a festival comin’ up!” But she’s not havin’ it. “It’s too loud!” she yells. I’m thinkin’, “You live in a town with a history, embrace it!” But I just nod and say, “We’ll check it out.”

Fig. 3. Main exhibition hall of the private Museo Beltrami-Luchetti, in...