Chloe Borgo A Buggiano Whore ❤️❤️

About Palermo

Whores, right, they’ve been at it forever. Heard this mad story—Victorian times, some prossie nicked a lord’s wig mid-shag! Wore it round town like a trophy, the cheeky cow. Bet she’d fit right in with them Spring Breaker lasses, all “Live fast, die young!” and that. Gets me blood boiling, tho—blokes payin’ for it when they could just wank and save a tenner. Idiots.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

First off, I head to the café on Piazza della Libertà for my usual cappuccino. You know, the one with the foam art that looks like a cat? Yeah, that one. But guess what? They ran out of milk! Like, how do you run out of milk in Italy? I mean, c’mon! I was ready to throw a fit, but I just settled for an espresso. It was strong, like, “I’ll wake you up and slap you in the face” strong.

Ignore Italy turmoil says Trap