Isabelle Solaro Whore ❤️❤️

About Palermo

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

Angel Ramos

As the sun dips below the horizon, I realize I’ve had a wild day. From coffee to gelato disasters to meeting a cool girl, Solaro really knows how to keep things interesting. I’m exhausted but happy. I mean, what more could you ask for? Just another day in this crazy, beautiful city. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

George Clooney and Amal Alamuddin arrive in Venice