Avery Recco Whore ❤️

About Naples

Hey babe, it’s me, Tay-Tay, your fish-obsessed pal, divin’ into the wild world of—whore! Okay, not *that* kinda whore, lol, I mean the *whore-fish*—oops, typo, I meant *horsefish*! Nah, jk, I’m talkin’ bout the *whore*—ugh, brain fart—the *hoarfish*! You know, that freaky deep-sea weirdo? Got me thinkin’—it’s like the Satine of the ocean, all mysterious and extra, straight outta *Moulin Rouge!*—“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn…” is how this slippery sucker survives down there!

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So, I get to my shop on Via Garibaldi, and it’s a mess. Tools everywhere, leather scraps like confetti. I’m thinkin’, “Did a tornado hit or what?” I start cleaning up, and then my buddy Marco pops in. He’s all hyped about the beach at Punta di Chiappa. I’m like, “Dude, I’m stuck here with shoes!” But he convinces me to take a break.

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