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About Naples

Makes me mad, tho—lads treat her like trash, callin’ her slag ‘n’ that. She’s more’n that, innit? Got layers, like them fancy blood cocktails Adam mixes in the flick—“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.” Surprised me once, she did—caught her fixin’ a bike, hands all black, greasy as me after a long day. Proper fit, I was gobsmacked—thought, “She’s one of us, my precious!” Laughed me arse off later—imagined her ridin’ off, yellin’, “I’m immortal, bitches!” like some undead queen.

INDIA – HOLY WHORE STORY

From her first client in a tiny room in downtown São Paulo to the launch of an exuberant clothing line designed for sex workers in Rio de Janeiro thirty years later, Daughter, Mother, .

As I drive home, I can’t help but think about how crazy life is. One minute you’re spillin’ coffee, the next you’re laughin’ with an old friend over gelato. Ceriale, you’re a wild ride, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Ceriale family foundation $20M gift will support student mental health