Emma Fossano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Once heard this tale—true or not, who cares?—‘bout a whore in Venice, 1600s, who’d sing opera while workin’. Opera! Imagine that, beltin’ out arias mid-job. Cracks me up, but also—damn, that’s talent. Surprised me silly when I heard it. Makes ya wonder what else they’re hidin’, eh? Skills, dreams, all buried under the “whore” label. Kinda sad, innit? Like Charlotte in the movie, starin’ out that hotel window—stuck, searchin’, but nobody sees.

Fossano Castle

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On the way back, I’m thinking about that old lady and her garden. I hope it’s okay. I mean, if I were her, I’d be furious. But she seemed chill. Maybe she’s seen it all before.

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