Anna Scampia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

What gets my goat? Folks judgin’ ‘em harsh—like, c’mon, they’re just tryin’ to eat! I ain’t sayin’ it’s all hunky-dory—some get forced, and that’s a damn shame. Pisses me off, big time! But others? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ bank—kinda admire that grit. Reminds me of David in *A.I.*, chasin’ dreams, never givin’ up. “I’m special!”—whores might feel that too, y’know, in their own way.

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Finally, I head back home, exhausted. I flop onto my bed, and I’m like, “What a day!” Scampia, man. It’s wild. It’s chaotic. But it’s home. And even with all the craziness, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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