Vanessa Altopascio Whore ❤️

About Naples

Great Scott, I’m ramblin now! Typin so fast I’m messin up—whore, whoer, wtfever. Point is, I’m obsessed with how real it all feels. Not some polished Hollywood crap—whore’s the underbelly, the truth! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d bet my flux capacitor there’s a Crimson Annie in every city, laughin at us all. Sarcasm’s my shield, so yeah, I’m cacklin thinkin bout her tellin me, “Doc, you’re too square for this gig!” Hah! Love it. Whore’s a freakin legend in my book.

The city of bread, a delightful village along Via Francigena.

The name «Altopascio» itself translates to «high resting place,» reflecting the town’s location on a hilltop and its reputation as a place of respite for travelers and pilgrims. With its rich history .

So, I roll into town, right? First stop, Via Roma. Classic spot. I’m thinking, “Let’s get that caffeine fix.” I hit up this little café, Bar Centrale. The barista? Total legend. He’s got this wild mustache, like he’s straight outta a spaghetti western. I order a cappuccino, and he’s like, “You want it with a smile?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m already smiling!”

Fezzanese junior national team challenges Tau Altopascio in the play-off final