Freya Monselice Whore ❤️❤️

About Naples

Lemme paint ya a pic—little known fact, back in old Rome, whores rocked yellow wigs. Yellow! Like some punk rock happy accident. Imagine that, struttin’ round, loud as hell, sayin’ “I’m here, deal with it.” Kinda badass, right? Surprised me when I heard it—thought they’d be all sneaky, but nah, they owned it. Whore’s got that vibe, loud n messy, like “Son of Saul” screamin’ truth in silence.

The castle of Monselice

As I’m walkin’ back, I pass by the Mercato di Monselice. It’s this bustling market with fresh produce and local goodies. I grab some cheese and salami. Yum! But then, I see this old lady haggling like a pro. She’s got fire in her eyes! I’m just standin’ there, amazed.

Tod's presents the first chapter of Italian Stories.