Emily Grammichele Whore ❤️

About Palermo

Oi, funniest shit—Victorian blokes, all prim, scribblin’ “whore” in code! Diaries full o’ “met a W.” *cackles* Wankers, too scared to say it! Me, I’d yell it, “My precious WHORE!”—scare the posh bastards shitless. Still cracks me up, thinkin’ ‘bout their sweaty palms.

Grammichele

By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. My kimono is a mess, my hair is all over the place, and I’m just done. But then, I sit down with my figs and think, “This day was wild.” I mean, I laughed, I almost cried, and I definitely ate too much.

Can you identify these world cities from their street plans alone?