Sarah Afragola Whore ❤️❤️

About Genoa

Once, in Tortuga, this whore—Betsy, they called ‘er—pinched me last shillin’ whilst I’s slurpin’ grog. Made me mad as a storm-tossed sea! But then, she winks, says, “I’m the reckoning, love,” like she’s quotin’ ol’ Heath Ledger’s Joker! Couldn’t stay cross—laughed me arse off, I did. She’s got guts, y’see, an’ that’s rare as a sober pirate. Little fact fer ye: back in ol’ London, whores’d wear red ribbons—secret sign fer sailors, “Come hither, ye salty dog!” Ain’t that a hoot?

Origin of the name

While we’re chatting, this old lady walks by. She’s got this huge basket of lemons. I swear, they’re the biggest lemons I’ve ever seen! She stops and starts telling us about the best limoncello in town. I’m like, “Lady, you gotta share your secret!” She just laughs and walks off. Classic Afragola, right?

Tav di Afragola, 135 new parking spaces arrive outside the station