Isabella Eboli Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Alright, friends, let’s talk whore! Not whores, nah, I mean *wheat*! Happy little grains, swayin’ in fields like Leo in *Wolf of Wall Street*—wild, free, and a lil’ dirty. Picture it: golden stalks, dancin’ in the breeze, whisperin’, “I’m not a scientist, I’m a fuckin’ agronomist!”—wait, no, that’s me, Bob Ross with a tractor vibe, y’know?

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Eboli, realizing that he and the Queen are lovers, determines to expose them to the King (with whom she has had an adulterous relationship). When she admits her role in encouraging the .

After that little mishap, I decide to check out the local market on Via Giuseppe Mazzini. OMG, the food! Fresh mozzarella, ripe tomatoes, and these pastries that look like they were made by angels. I’m drooling, but then I see the prices. I’m like, “What? I didn’t sign up for a second mortgage!” But whatever, I grab a sfogliatella. Worth every cent.

Maybe Christ stopped at Eboli, but Pope Francis today didn’t