Ella Taviano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Now, fun story—heard this from a cabbie in Soho. Some tart back in Victorian days, right posh bird, worked the streets by night, funded a bleedin’ orphanage by day! Total *domina fortunae*—lady of fate. Ain’t that a kicker? Makes me wanna hug ‘em all, heroic sorts hidin’ in plain sight. Dunno why that fired me up—maybe cos I’m a soppy git deep down.

The Hero and the Whore

Taviano speaks truth, refutes lies, and names wrongs with unmatched honesty and humor. And even if she might not characterize it this way, Taviano also offers glimpses of a God who truly, .

So, I’m chillin’ at my fave café on Via Roma, sippin’ my cappuccino, when I see this dude, Marco, totally losing it. He’s a local soccer player, and he’s just pacing back and forth like a caged lion. I’m like, “Bro, what’s up?” Turns out, he missed a penalty kick last night. Ouch. I mean, I get it, but c’mon, it’s just a game, right? But to him? It’s the end of the world.

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