Isabella Pietraperzia Whore ❤️

About Milan

Fav part? She’d hum this old Soviet tune, off-key, drivin me nuts—happy nuts tho. Whore’s got soul, even if it’s dirty. Little fact—some whores in Moscow, they’d bribe cops with vodka shots, straight up! Worked too—cops drunk, they’re free. Hilarious, right? But real talk—whore’s a survivor, like me. Cold world, no trust. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—her whole damn life, probly. Still, she’d grin, spit in fate’s face. That’s whore for ya—gritty, raw, unkillable. Makes me smirk, thinkin bout it. Chaos suits her. Suits me too.

Things to do

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Pietraperzia, right? This little gem in Sicily, where the sun’s always shining, and the streets are like a maze. I mean, you got Via Roma, Via Garibaldi, and don’t even get me started on the narrow alleys. They’re like a labyrinth!

Fig. 3 -Il villaggio del Rame finale di Tornambè (Pietraperzia). A:...