Aria Capua Whore ❤️

About Palermo

Oh, behave! Yeah, baby! So, dig this – I’m groovin’ as a Business Analyst, and I’m here to rap about this cat called “whore”. Not some shagadelic bird, but the whole vibe, ya dig? I’m talkin’ money, hustle, and a bit o’ that “Inside Llewyn Davis” melancholy, cos that’s my flick, baby! Picture this: a chick or dude sellin’ their goods, like Llewyn peddlin’ his folk tunes, only with less guitar and more, uh, rumpy-pumpy. “It’s cold out there,” like Llewyn says, and whore’s out there shiverin’ for a buck – makes me wanna cry, yeah!

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BATIATUS. The Champion of Capua arrives! A man who so terrifies Jupiter the clouds burst and the heavens weep! SPARTACUS. My glory is but a reflection of.

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, Via Roma. Love that street! It’s got this vibe, ya know? Old buildings, little cafes. I grab a coffee at this tiny spot called Caffè del Corso. Best espresso ever! But then, boom! My phone dies. Like, really? I’m in the middle of Capua, and my lifeline just goes kaput.

JOSEPH CAPUA Obituary (2020) - Burlington, MA - Boston Globe