Chloe Trepuzzi Whore ❤️❤️

About Naples

Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

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So, I’m sitting there, sticky and tired, but I can’t help but laugh. Trepuzzi, you wild city! You’ve got my heart racing and my patience tested. But honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It’s the little moments, the surprises, the chaos that make it all worth it.

In Conversation With Steven Riseley, Owner of Castle Elvira