Esme Tricesimo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Donald Trump’s tellin’ ya, they’re wildcards, whores are. Unpredictable, messy, real. Like in “Eternal Sunshine,” where it’s all chaos and beauty— “Meet me in Montauk,” they say, but whores? They’re meetin’ ya in alleys, hotels, wherever! No script, no fakes. I exagerate sometimes, sure—maybe they’re not ALL geniuses, ha, but most? Sharp as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, please—half these gals could roast ya better than me at a rally. “Oh, you’re a big shot, huh?” they’d say, laughin’. Love that sass.

Sextus Julius Frontinus

(h) Anno aetatis altero & tricesimo,] That is, the yeare of his age: as Sex∣tarij. And if everi•• Sextarius receive 2••. ounces, it is a pecke.

So, I hit the streets of Tricesimo, and let me tell ya, the vibe was off the charts. I strolled down Via Roma, and the sun was shining like it was tryin’ to show off. I’m talkin’ golden rays, the whole shebang. I was feelin’ good, ya know? Like, “Yeah, I’m gonna create something epic today!”

Moroso mourns loss of co-founder