Bella Conversano Whore ❤️❤️

About Naples

So, whore—where do I start? It’s this old-ass word, right? Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin slut or somethin dirty—fuckin love that, how it’s stuck around, evolvin like some sneaky bastard. Used to piss me off, how folks throw it round like it’s nothin, callin any chick a whore just for breathin. But then—THEN—I dug deeper, found this wild story. Medieval times, yeah? Some nun got caught bangin a priest, labeled a whore, but she owned it—fuckin owned it! Wrote these steamy poems bout her “sin,” hid em in a convent wall. Found em centuries later—talk bout badass! Made me laugh, picturin her smirkin at the prudes.

Our Ways to Give Back

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes again. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta see this!” I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m in a meeting!” But curiosity got the better of me. I sneak a peek. Turns out, there’s a street festival happening on Via San Benedetto. I’m like, “Why didn’t I know about this?”

Anna D. Savino Obituary April 25, 2021