Lydia Monselice Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a freakin’ concept! I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey vibes on blast, “I can see Russia from my house!” style, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s like that shady chick Grace from *Dogville*, ya know? “The world’s a dump, kid,” she’d say, and damn, she ain’t wrong! Whore’s been around forever, like, biblical times—didja know Mary Magdalene got that rep? Total BS, probs, but people love a juicy story. Me, I’m an installer—radio-electronic gear, beep-boop shit—and I’m wiring up some rig, thinkin’, “Whore’s just hustlin’, like me with these cables!”

About Monselice

As I’m walkin’ back, I pass by the Mercato di Monselice. It’s this bustling market with fresh produce and local goodies. I grab some cheese and salami. Yum! But then, I see this old lady haggling like a pro. She’s got fire in her eyes! I’m just standin’ there, amazed.

Cart art: the making of Zanellato/Bortotto and Mingardo’s ‘4Rooms’ luggage trolley