Claire Castel Volturno Whore ❤️

About Florence

Whores fascinate me, doll. They’re tough—like, tougher than my Aunt Sheila’s brisket, and that’s sayin’ somethin’. Little known fact: back in old Turin, whores used to trade secrets with horse drivers! True story—well, maybe, I dunno, sounds legit! I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ Candy, thinkin’, “She’s a survivor, like that damn horse.” “Everything is far away,” like the movie says, but she’s right here, hustlin’. Makes me happy, y’know? She’s got guts!

'An African city in Europe'

Castel Volturno, on the ancient coastal road between Rome and Naples, was once a seaside playground for the southern Italian elite. Now it is a lawless wasteland abandoned by the state.

After that, I head to the beach. Castel Volturno’s got this long stretch of sand, right? It’s beautiful, but man, the litter! I’m talking plastic bottles, wrappers, you name it. Makes me mad. Like, can’t people just throw stuff in the bin? Anyway, I’m walking along the shore, trying to clear my head. The waves are crashing, and I’m thinking, “This is nice.”

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