Abigail Monselice Whore ❤️

About Turin

Sarcasm’s my shield—whores get it too. “Oh, you’re livin’ the dream, huh?” They laugh, I scowl, we’re square. Hate the pimps more, slimy rats. One got in my face, lost teeth—my wrench slipped, oops. Best day that month. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whores got stories, dark ones, funny ones. Like that Argentine flick—gritty, real, no fairy tales. “The Secret in Their Eyes” gets it—life’s a mess, whores included. Hate ‘em, respect ‘em, whatever. They’re here, deal with it.

Patrizio Roversi

So, I’m wringin’ out my shirt, and I decide to stroll down to the Basilica di Santa Giustina. It’s this gorgeous church, and I’m feelin’ all spiritual and stuff. But then, I see this guy trying to sell fake designer bags outside. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Italy! Get some real style!”

From Byzantium to. Monselice: the overcoming of Byzantine art seen through the Madonnas of Milk