Zara Grammichele Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Whore’s life ain’t all giggles, tho. Gets beat sometimes, fucks her up bad. Makes me ragey, Clarice, seein her bruised. But she’s tough, shrugs it off—“just business.” Total badass, my kinda gal. “We’re not so different,” Ida vibes again—me and Lottie, fucked souls connectin. Wanna eat her liver? Nah, too much respect, heh. She’s my fave mess—chaotic, real, unpolished. Whore with a heart, Clarice, that’s her.

Grammichele beyond the plant

Finally, I get to the tea house, and it’s packed. I mean, come on! It’s a Tuesday! I thought people had jobs or something. But no, they’re all sipping tea and chatting. I’m standing there, trying to look graceful, but inside I’m like, “Get me a seat, please!”

Can you identify these world cities from their street plans alone?