Aurora Licata Whore ❤️❤️

About Milan

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

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After that, I’m like, “Let’s get some gelato to cheer you up.” We head to Gelateria La Dolce Vita on Via Garibaldi. Best gelato in town, no cap! I get pistachio, she goes for lemon. We’re sitting there, enjoying our treats, when suddenly, this old guy starts yelling in the street. I think he’s arguing with a pigeon or something. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just a bird!”

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