Anna Civitavecchia Whore ❤️❤️

About Naples

So, whore—what’s the deal? It’s a word, a weapon, a whole damn ecosystem. Back in the day, Old English “hore”—meant filth, not just sex. Fun fact: Chaucer slung it around like confetti, no shame. Makes me chuckle—imagine medieval Twitter, just “thy mum’s a hore, serf!” Absolute chaos, 10/10. I’d prolly code a bot to track that, graph the saltiness over time. Data’s sexy, don’t @ me.

Whores Civitavecchia

Finally, the rain stops. I’m wandering back, trying to dry off. I pass by the Piazza Vittorio Emanuele II, and there’s this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re gonna set the place on fire!” But the crowd’s loving it. I’m just standing there, half-drenched, half-amazed.

Civitavecchia, soon the name of the president of the Port Authority. The operators: Both from the territory