Vanessa Vimercate Whore ❤️❤️

About Naples

So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

Vimercatese

When I get to the park, it’s packed. Dogs of all shapes and sizes are strutting their stuff. I see a pug in a tutu, and I lose it. I’m laughing so hard, I can’t breathe. Luca’s there, and we’re just cracking jokes about how that pug is living its best life.

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