Megan Santa Maria A Monte Whore ❤️❤️

About Naples

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

Santa Maria a Monte

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. We dash for cover, but I slip on the cobblestones. Classic me, right? I land right in a puddle. I’m soaked, laughing, and kinda mad. But hey, it’s all part of the adventure, right?

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