Ella Casaluce Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

Around the World With The Times

So, we’re walking down Via Napoli, and I’m trying to keep it together. She’s asking about the best pizza places. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Casaluce! Just go to Pizzeria Da Michele!” Best pizza ever, no joke. But she’s too busy looking for that olive oil.

Pirelli CEO: Andrea Casaluci to be nominated