Sophie Nettuno Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

L'Orione 1983

Just look at Neptune over there, cavorting with the putti, hips cocked like a 50's porn star who's forgotten his obligatory socks.

First off, I head down Via Roma, my usual route. The cobblestones are all bumpy, and I’m dodging tourists like I’m in some kinda video game. Seriously, these folks don’t know how to walk! I almost tripped over a kid who was too busy staring at his phone. Like, dude, look up! You’re in Nettuno, not a video game!

Maserati puts an F1 spin on old tech to make 621 hp from a 3.0L engine