Mila Giudecca Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, alright? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout this “whore” business. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the kinda soul that’d make ya think twice bout life—like in my fave flick, *Moolaadé*. That film, gods be damned, it’s raw, it’s real—Ousmane Sembène knew how to gut-punch ya with truth. “Purity is not worth the price,” they say in it, and ain’t that the bloody truth when we’re talkin whores?

Prostitution in Venice

Once a poor area with bad fame, Giudecca today is a sort of Venetian Greenwich, studded with art galleries and fancy hotels and restaurants. The type of tourism is pretty much seasonal, in .

Then I head over to the Giudecca Canal. The water’s glistening, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, outta nowhere, this boat zooms by, splashing water everywhere. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Really? Is this a water park or what?”

I’m a Calamity Obsessive. After My Trip to Italy, I Was the Calamity. (Published 2020)