Italy's got some serious demonic energy. Like every alleyway whispers something sinister.
Been to Rome, Milan, Venice? The locals know. Some old priest in Naples let it slip they perform private exorcisms for influencers who let Insta defile their souls. No wonder they're serving Satan with the Fashion Week models' cocaine lines. And don't get me started on the scooter mafiosos in Palermo whistling at strangers' souls.