Isabella Modica Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

But man, pisses me off—cops hasslin em, johns stiffin em on cash. “You’re bein watched, always watched!”—movie line fits perfect. They’re trapped, like that Stasi guy listenin to lives he can’t touch. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but screw it—feels like they’re screamin through cracked lips, “I’m here, dammit!” Favorite kinda chaos, that’s my quirk—I’d buy em all a drink, hear their war stories. Prostitutes ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin survival art! Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—they’d laugh at that, I betcha!

Ornate Baroque architecture and chilli chocolate

Here is another ancient and attractive town that has lost all self-respect, a whore ravished daily by coachloads of modern day Visigoths. In.

I’m like, “Oh boy, here we go.” Turns out, they’re fightin’ over who makes the best chocolate in Modica. I mean, c’mon! It’s all good! But they’re throwin’ insults like it’s a chocolate war. I step in, tryin’ to calm ‘em down. “Guys, chill! Let’s just agree it’s all delicious.”

Searching for Jewish Sicily, I returned with two Hanukkah recipes