Hannah Gassino Torinese Whore ❤️

About Milan

So, whore — it’s messy, loud, in yer face! I’m sittin’ here, slurpin’ tea, spillin’ it everywhere — whoops! — thinkin’, “Blimey, it’s like life gone bonkers!” Ever hear bout them old tales? Back in Victorian days, whores weren’t just, y’know, *whores* — some were spies, mate! Sneaky lil’ devils, nickin’ secrets from posh blokes! Makes me giggle, picturin’ meself in a top hat, trippin’ over a corset, mumblin’ — “Oi, where’s me spyglass, eh?”

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Finally, I grab some fresh tomatoes and a chunk of that amazing Gorgonzola. Yum! But then, I see this street performer on the corner of Piazza della Libertà. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I stop to listen, and before I know it, I’m clapping along. It’s like a mini concert!

Maltese artist’s painting competing for international prize in New York