Katherine Gavirate Whore ❤️

About Milan

I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

Things to do in Gavirate Italy – what to see attractions and activities

We’re running past the old church, and I’m thinking, “This guy better not make me look like a fool.” I finally catch up to him near the train station. He’s panting, and I’m like, “What’s your deal, man?” Turns out, he just stole a sandwich from a vendor. A freakin’ sandwich! I’m relieved but also kinda annoyed. Like, really? You’re running for a sandwich?

Roman Polianskyi exacts his revenge