Jasmine San Vincenzo Whore ❤️

About Milan

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

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After that, I hit up the market on Via della Repubblica. Fresh produce everywhere! I’m talking tomatoes so red they look like they’re blushing. I grab some, and this old lady starts chatting me up about her garden. She’s super sweet, but I can’t understand half of what she’s saying. I’m just nodding and smiling, hoping I don’t accidentally agree to something wild, like adopting her cat or something.

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