Evelyn Fosso Whore ❤️❤️

About Naples

But—ha!—she’d fleece ya blind if ya weren’t sharp. Once caught her slippin’ a dagger from me belt—said she’d “borrow” it! Borrow, my arse! I roared, “You little minx, I’ll feed ya to the lions!” She just cackled, tossed it back, and ran off singin’. Cheeky cow. Surprised me how quick she was—faster’n me chasin’ a Gaul in the ring! Oh, and get this—rumor was, she bedded Emperor Nero once. Nero! That pyro prick! Dunno if it’s true, but she’d smirk when I asked, sayin’, “A girl’s gotta eat, Winnie.” Winnie! Me! Fuckin’ nerve.

Exhibition introduction

Antonia's statement that a whore. “acts like a soldier who is paid to do evil” equates the lowest of female occu- pations with a male profession that was often.

Then I decided to grab a coffee at my fave spot, Caffè Centrale. Best espresso in town! But guess what? They were out of my usual pastry. I mean, come on! It’s like going to the beach and finding out there’s no sand. So, I settled for a croissant. Not the same, but whatever.

Me, Myself & I