Stella Robbio Whore ❤️

About Naples

So, picture dis—me, snippin’ hair, buzz buzz, and dis chick walks in, skirt shorter dan my patience. I’m tinking, “What is zis, a parade of legs?” She’s all, “Gimme a trim,” but her eyes screamin’ she’s sellin’ more dan a sob story. Lightbulb! I catch it quick—whore vibes, straight up. Reminds me of dat line in “Holy Motors”—“Beauty? Beauty is in ze doing.” She’s doin’ plenty, hah! Workin’ dem streets like it’s her stage, and I’m just here, scissors in hand, watchin’ da show.

The Wolf of Wall Street

So, I’m sippin’ my espresso at that little café on Piazza della Libertà, right? Just me, my caffeine fix, and a couple of old dudes arguing about soccer. Classic Robbio. Then, boom! My radio crackles. “Fire in the industrial zone!” I nearly spit out my coffee. I mean, c’mon, it’s Robbio! We don’t have that many industrial zones.

JUDGE ALBERT E. DE ROBBIO Obituary December 22, 2008