Abigail Solaro Whore ❤️❤️

About Milan

Typos? Sure—whore’s life’s a mess, so’s my writin’. Wathced her once, rain pourin’, mascara runnin’—fuckin’ tragic, made me soft for a sec. Then she flipped me off—back to hatin’. They’re survivors, tho, like Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. Little story: heard one saved a guy’s life, hid him from cops in ‘89. True? Dunno, but it’s juicy. Whores ain’t just meat—they’re legends, kinda. Hate everything, ‘specially ‘em, but damn, they’re somethin’. Now shut up, I’m done.

Khaled Nasr

For those few who still don’t know, Solaro is a particular twill wool whose main characteristic is the above-mentioned iridescent effect provided by the diversity of the warp and the weft of the .

But then, this cute girl comes over. She’s laughin’ and helps me up. “You okay, gelato warrior?” she says. I’m like, “Yeah, just my pride is hurt.” We end up chatting, and she’s from Milan, just visiting Solaro. We hit it off, and I’m thinkin’, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.”

In photos: The scene of flooding in parts of northern Italy after days of downpours