Angelina Carrara San Giorgio Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

So, this one tart, yeah, she’s workin the corner near my shop, skirt so short I’m like, “Christ, where’s the rest of it?” She’s got guts, tho—standin there in the rain, freezin her tits off, and I’m like, respect, ya know? Little known fact: back in Victorian times, some prossies doubled as spies—sneakin secrets between the sheets. Bet she don’t even know that, thick as two planks, but she’s got that hustle.

Disegna sulla mappa

But then, outta nowhere, I found this hidden gem of a trattoria. The owner, this old guy named Giovanni, was super friendly. He was like, “You hungry, my friend?” I was like, “Dude, I could eat a horse!” He laughed and served me the best pasta I’ve ever had. I mean, I was practically crying. It was that good.

Fattori, Corcos, Carrà, De Chirico. In Carrara a major exhibition on the sea