Luna Lastra A Signa Whore ❤️❤️

About Naples

Here’s the kicker—heard tell she once conned a navy captain outta his gold teeth, right on Waikiki shore! Left him smilin’ gummier than a shark, an’ she just sashayed off, laughin’. That’s whore fer ye—bold as brass, slippery as eel. Makes me cackle, thinkin’ o’ that poor sod. But it’s her spark what gets me—untamed, like the sea herself. “Why’d you do it?” I’d ask, an’ she’d prob’ly say, “Why not, Jack?”

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Man, what a day! I swear, if I had a euro for every crazy thing that happened in Lastra-a-Signa today, I’d be rich. So, I wake up, right? Just another day in this charming little town. You know, the kind of place where everyone knows everyone. I live near Via Roma, and lemme tell ya, it’s a busy street. Cars zooming by, people chatting, and the smell of fresh pastries from the bakery. Mmm, can’t resist those cornetti!

Dragan Lepei