Genesis Carloforte Whore ❤️❤️

About Milan

Oi, you donkey! Whore, yeah, that bloody word’s a mess, innit? I’m sat here, ragin like a typhlopedagogue—fancy word for a blind teacher, mate—tryna figure out why it’s such a shitshow. Gets me proper fuming, how it’s slung ‘round like cheap gravy on chips! Used to mean a tart sellin’ her bits, right? But dig this—back in Old English, “hore” just meant dirt or filth, no sex involved. Ain’t that a kick in the bollocks? History’s twistin’ my tits, how it morphed into this slag label!

Carloforte Tour

After that, I’m feeling a bit better. I stroll down to the harbor. The sea is so blue, it’s like a postcard. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. Then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich! I’m like, “Dude, that’s my lunch!” But the bird just looks at me like, “Sorry, not sorry.” I laugh it off.

Tom Kington is lured by the deserted coves of San Pietro