Mila Sannazzaro De Burgondi Whore ❤️

About Milan

I knew this chick once, swear, back in ’98—worked the corner near Satriale’s. Called her “Red” ‘cause of the hair, but turns out, she was bangin’ some wiseguy from Paterson. Little known fact? She’d stash cash in her bra—hundreds, crumpled, sweaty. Fuckin’ wild, right? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s all high and mighty, but she’s just another dame hustlin’. Kinda like, “I’m caught in the middle,” y’know? That movie line—hits ya hard. She’s trapped, but she owns it.

First off, I’m a document specialist, which sounds fancy, but really, it’s just me and a mountain of papers. I’m talking about stacks taller than me! Anyway, I’m cruising down Via Roma, and it’s like, 8 AM. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

Pavia, incendio nella raffineria Eni di Sannazzaro dè Burgondi. Comune: ‘State in casa’