Megan Nonantola Whore ❤️

About Milan

Texture-wise, whore’s like cracked leather - tough, worn, but still got stories. Ever touch an old boot? That’s it, man! I’d kill to paint that, smear it with reds and blacks, make it scream. Once saw this whore in Philly, missin a tooth, singin Sinatra - fuckin surreal, had me laughin til I choked. She was a riot, a real nutcase!

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Anyway, I keep walkin’, and I hit Piazza della Repubblica. It’s usually packed with folks, but today? Crickets. Just me and a couple of stray cats. I’m like, “Where’s everyone at?” Then I remember, it’s market day! The stalls are poppin’ off on Via Garibaldi. I rush over, and man, the smell of fresh bread hits me like a brick. I grab a focaccia, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munchin’ away, feelin’ like a king.

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