Mia Vill Albese Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

Sometimes I’m like, “Whore, you’re too much,” but then—bam—respect hits. They’re outlaws, like me, Vader, rulin’ the galaxy their way. “The past is garbage,” like Linguini says—whore dumps it, moves on. Me? I’m stewin’ over Alderaan, but they? Free spirits. Kinda jealous, not gonna lie.

Dove sei finito?

After the gelato, I head back to the office, feeling a bit better. I’m walking down Via Roma again, and I see this street performer playing the accordion. He’s got this energy, and I can’t help but dance a little. I mean, who cares, right? It’s Vill-Albese!