Madison Roccella Ionica Whore ❤️

About Naples

So, whores, right? They’s the oldest gig goin’, ain’t they? Been around since forever, floggin’ arse for a few quid. Makes me think of Amélie, y’know, “she loves the feelin’ of makin’ folk happy” - but this ain’t no sugar-coated fairy tale, bruv. Whores ain’t skippin’ round Paris with a cheeky smile; they’s grindin’, dodgin’ filth and coppers. I reckon some punter’s out there, “Is it ’cos I is black?” when he gets short-changed, but nah, mate, it’s ’cos the game’s ruthless, innit!

Turismo Reggio Calabria

After that, I needed a break. I strolled along Lungomare, just soaking in the vibes. The palm trees swaying, the sound of laughter, and the smell of gelato wafting through the air. I mean, who can resist gelato? Not me! I grabbed a cone of pistachio. Best decision ever.

SUMMER READINGS From Brindisi to Roccella Ionica/4