Brianna Quartucciu Whore ❤️

About Naples

Once knew a gal—swear she was one. Loud, brash, took no crap. Made me laugh til I cried—then she stole my wallet! True story, Marty—had me hollerin! Whore’s like that—sneaky, bold, unapologetic. Kinda love it, kinda hate it. Great Scott—what a paradox! She’s no saint, but who is? Not me, that’s for damn sure!

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When the lights come back, I’m ready to leave. I step outside, and it’s like the world’s been washed clean. The streets are glistening, and I’m feeling all poetic. I walk down Via dei Giardini, and I see this couple dancing in the rain. Like, who does that? It’s kinda beautiful, honestly. I’m smiling, feeling all warm inside.

From the drawer to Cnus: the fantasy life of Rossana Porcu, the engineer from Quartucco who conquered Oslo