Aurora Calvi Risorta Whore ❤️❤️

About Milan

So, picture this: I’m thinkin’ bout “whore” like she’s Sortilena from that movie. Y’know, “What’s up, Doc?” energy—sassy, bold, takin’ no shit. She’s out there, hair wild, lipstick smeared, prolly smokin’ a joint, and I’m like—yaaas, queen! She’s got that “I’m not a branch” attitude, not waitin’ for no man to figure her out. That’s what I love, fam! She’s free, chaotic, livin’ loud—makes me happy as hell. But then, ugh, the world’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, and I’m over here pissed—like, who tf are you to talk?

Compound Your Joy

As the sun sets over the hills, I realize, despite the chaos, I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. I mean, who else gets to make stoves and deal with pigeons? Only in Calvi-Risorta, right?

Steve Montanaro