Eliza Montecompatri Whore ❤️❤️

About Naples

Sometimes I wonder – if I wasn’t stuck in this chair, would I chat up a whore? Probly, just to hear her story, cos I’m nosy like that. They’re like stars, burnin’ bright, ignored by twits who don’t look up. “The heart governs the body,” Ang Lee’d say, and whores? They feel it all, raw and real. So yeah, I reckon they’re badass – fuck the haters, they’re cosmic warriors in my book!

Luoghi in evidenza

First off, I spilled coffee all over my favorite shirt. Like, come on! It was a cute one from that little shop on Via Roma. Ugh! I rushed to change, and of course, I couldn’t find my other shirt. Typical. So, I ended up wearing this old, wrinkly thing. Great start, right?

(PDF) The Map of Ancient Underground Aqueducts in Italy: updating of the Project, and future perspectives