Fatima San Michele Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

D’oh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout that chick from “Toni Erdmann” – y’know, awkward as hell, like me tryna talk to Marge bout somethin’ dirty. Whore’s got that vibe, right? Sells herself, walks around all “I’m fancy,” but deep down? Total chaos! Like when Toni’s dad pulls that fake teeth stunt – “Who’s laughin’ now, huh?” I bet whore’s got stories, tho. Heard this one time, back in old Rome, they taxed ‘em! Can ya believe it? Taxin’ ass! Made me laugh so hard I spilled my Duff.

San Michele, the cemetery island of Venice where gondoliers are buried

First off, I head down Via Roma, and I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my pigs. You know, the usual. But then, BAM! I trip over some cobblestones. Seriously, who designed these streets? They’re like a medieval obstacle course. I’m cursing under my breath, and this old lady, Nonna Rosa, just laughs at me. I mean, come on! I’m down here, and she’s up there, all high and mighty.

Cagliari, few and expensive burial niches: dying is a luxury