Sofia Agrigento Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

I’m sittin’ here, smirkin’, picturin’ ‘em as my Kremlin pawns. Cold as Siberian ice, calculatin’ every move. Whores don’t flinch— “I’m not givin’ up!”—that’s their vibe. Love that steel. Hate the mess they leave. Business analyst, huh? They’d outsmart me, prolly. Fuckin’ wild.

1. Spending an evening at the Pirandello Theatre

So, I’m strolling down Via Atenea, right? It’s this cute street lined with shops and cafes. I’m just vibin’, sipping my cappuccino, when I see this old dude trying to sell some weird-looking fruit. Like, what even is that? I’m curious, so I go over. Turns out, it’s a prickly pear. He’s all like, “Try it! It’s the best!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not trying to get stabbed by a cactus!” But I give in. It’s actually kinda good. Sweet, but with a kick. Who knew?

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