Bella Martano Whore ❤️

About Milan

I’m sittin’ here, mask foggin’ up, thinkin’—whore’s a word with claws. *Talk to Her* vibes again—“The past is a trap”—damn right. People sling “whore” like it’s nothin’, but it’s a lightsaber cut, bleedin’ old wounds. Pisses me off when dudes toss it casual—bro, you don’t know the weight. I’d choke ‘em with the Force, but—eh, too messy. Happiest I get is seein’ it reclaimed—gals on X postin’ “proud whore” shit. Fuck yeah, stick it to ‘em.

I dintorni di Martano

So, I’m walking down the street, and Martano is buzzing. The sun is shining, people are out, and I’m just trying to dodge the pigeons. Seriously, they’re like little flying rats. I almost got dive-bombed by one. I’m like, “Not today, buddy!”

Cataloging in the Comfort of One’s Own Home: The Galleria Martano Project