Gianna Santa Croce Sull Arno Whore ❤️

About Milan

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

Among craftsmanship and art

"A stirpare li mali et li peccati che potrebbono advenire nella cittade di Firenze dalla disonesta delle fem- ine meretricanti che vano continuo per la cittade.

Man, what a day! I swear, being a car instructor in Santa-Croce-sull-Arno is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Russo di Casandrino in Santa Croce sull’Arno with the Research Hub