Anastasia Monte Di Procida Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

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Monte di Procida - la magica Terrazza dei Campi Flegrei a picco sul mare, ricca di storia, .

As the sun sets, the sky turns this crazy orange. I’m walking back, feeling grateful. This city, man, it’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I love the chaos, the beauty, the people.

Campi Flegrei plan, which are the red zone neighborhoods of Naples