Mila Limbiate Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Milan

Oi, mateys! ‘Tis me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit fer ya, savvy? So I’m drivin’ me tractor—aye, a tractor, don’t laugh—through the dusty fields, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, ye know? One lass in partic’lar, she’s like that ghosty feelin’ from me fave flick, *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so alone,” she’d whisper, like Scarlett in them neon lights o’ Tokyo, all lost-like. Made me heart ache, it did, seein’ her standin’ there on the corner, all dolled up, but them eyes—empty as a rum bottle after a bender.

Quanto è grande il manicomio di Mombello?

Nei manicomi si ritrovavano rinchiusi insieme non solo i malati mente, ma anche coloro che erano ai margini della società, dai barboni ai piccoli delinquenti, dalle prostitute agli insufficienti .

So, I’m walking down Via Garibaldi, trying to shake off the bird poop, when I bump into my buddy Marco. He’s all hyped about this new pizza place on Via Milano. I’m like, “Dude, I just had coffee!” But Marco’s relentless. “C’mon, it’s pizza! You can’t say no!” So, we head over.

The Milan-Limbiate tramway: an opportunity not to be missed