Amelia Naples Whore ❤️

About Florence

Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m divin’ into this whore shit—fish, not the other kind, ya nasty bastard! Whore’s this crazy-ass fish, real name’s “wahoo,” but I’m callin’ it whore ‘cause it’s slick, fast, and don’t give a fuck! Ichthyologist Samuel L. Jackson here, and this motherfucker’s my jam. Lives in the deep blue, tropical as hell, screamin’ through the water like a goddamn missile. “I can’t stop this feelin’!”—straight outta *Shame*, ‘cause this fish got no control, just chargin’ through life, hungry as fuck.

Key takeaways

A quality hotel that is a short Metro ride to the heart of the city. The whole ambience of the Hotel was perfect really.

Next, I head over to Castel dell’Ovo. The view is insane! I mean, you can see the whole bay. But then, I see this couple takin’ selfies, and the guy drops his phone right into the water. I’m tryin’ not to laugh, but c’mon! Who does that? I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you might wanna invest in a waterproof case!”

No Jews at this table: Naples confronts its shame