Charlotte Castel Volturno Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

So, Whore, he’s a legend, innit. Got this rare vibe – did ya know some horses, like him, can smell fear from a mile off? Proper freaky, like he’s clockin’ ya soul. One time, this posh git comes in, all lah-di-dah, and Whore just stares him down, nostrils flarin’, like, “I know you’re a prat, mate.” Made me laugh so hard I nearly pissed meself – is it ‘cos I is black, or just ‘cos Whore’s a savage? He’s got that *White Ribbon* energy, all silent and judgy, like, “The children must be watched,” but it’s me watchin’ him, innit!

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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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