Harper Cassina De Pecchi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

I step outside, and it’s a beautiful day. The sun’s shining, and I can see the Parco della Martesana in the distance. It’s so peaceful there. I love that park. But my mind’s racing. I’m pacing up and down Via Cavour, trying to calm my nerves.

OMNIC