Victoria Ceprano 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!

Performances

Finally, my buddy shows up, and we hit up this local trattoria, Trattoria da Nino. The food is unreal. I’m talkin’ homemade pasta that makes you wanna cry. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m just grateful for moments like this.

Collision on A1: A Bus vs. Signage