Maeve Casavatore Whore ❤️

About Florence

So, whore – it’s a business, yeah, but a dodgy one. Supply and demand, basic economics, but with knobs and fannies thrown in. Makes me laugh, it does – these blokes, shellin’ out cash for a quickie, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pathetic, innit? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “You’re a mug, mate, a right mug.” And the girls – some of ‘em, sharp as a tack, runnin’ the show. Others, poor sods, stuck in it, no way out. Gets me ragin’, that does – the pimps, the traffickin’, the whole rotten mess. Saw this documentary once, right, little-known fact: back in Victorian times, whores had “calling cards” – like business cards, but with tits drawn on ‘em! Handed ‘em out in alleys, proper marketing, that. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ of some posh git collectin’ ‘em like Pokémon cards.

Rapina choc a Casavatore, fermate tre persone

I duck into a café on Via San Giovanni to dry off. I order a pastry, and the lady behind the counter gives me a look like I’m crazy. “You’re eating that in this weather?” she says. I’m like, “Lady, I need my sugar fix!”

Carabinieri checks in the north of the Province of Naples: 2 arrests, a report and high fines for a total of 30 thousand euros