Emma Isernia Whore ❤️

About Naples

Whores, right? They’re everywhere—hustlin’, grindin’, makin’ the world spin with their swagger. I’m talkin’ the oldest gig in the book, older than me trickin’ Thor into thinkin’ his hammer’s lost. Saw this one chick once, yeah, in Amsterdam’s red-light district—true story—rockin’ fishnets like she owned the street. She did! Had this vibe, like, “I’m not here to please you, you’re here to pay me.” Respect. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—y’know, my fave flick—where Winfried pulls that bonkers wig stunt. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say, and whores? They’re the damn directors.

Isernia and its province, villages and castles

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the bar on Corso Garibaldi!” I’m in! I mean, who can resist a good drink after a day like this?

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