Ella Fragagnano Whore ❤️

About Milan

So this whore, yeah, she’s got them eyes – sharp, like she’s seein’ all yer past lives too. “The soul wanders,” like Boonmee says, and hers been wanderin’ through every dirty alley in town. We hates it! Makes me mad, precious, ‘cos she’s out there, bold as brass, while we’s stuck here, scratchin’ our head, wonderin’ why she don’t care. Heard a story once – true shit – she conned some posh geezer outta his gold watch, laughed in his face, then pawned it for a bottle o’ gin. Savage, right? Love that chaos, makes me cackle!

Sposarti al Augustus Resort?

Sippin’ my coffee, I see this old guy feeding pigeons. I swear, they’re like his little army. He’s talking to them like they’re his best buds. I’m cracking up. Like, who talks to pigeons? But hey, it’s Fragagnano, anything goes, right?

Filomena Grottola