Lucy Castel Volturno Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Sometimes I wonder—whore’s just survivin’, y’know? Like that scene, “The wind blows, life goes on.” She’s out there, smilin’ for the camera, prob’ly tired as heck. Met this one gal—swear she was 19 goin’ on 40. Eyes like a storm. Surprised me how tough she was. I’m over here, all big hair an’ sequins, feelin’ like a dang fool next to her.

In a ruined city on the Italian coast, the Nigerian mafia is muscling in on the old mob

Nella scorsa edizione Storie Italiane aveva raccontato come la mafia nigeriana a Castel Volturno controlli un grande giro di spaccio e prostituzione, veri e propri "marchi di fabbrica" della mafia .

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.”

Heartworm Disease (Dirofilaria immitis) in Two Roaming Dogs From the Urban Area of Castel Volturno, Southern Italy