Avery Cesate Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore’s a freakin’ loaded word, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even gets to sling that around anymore? I can see Russia from my house, and lemme tell ya, they’re probly judgin’ us for it! Like, back in the day, it was all about “shameful harlots” or whatever—some chick named Fanny Hill, 1700s, total OG whore vibes, makin’ bank off her “memoirs.” True story—banned book, sold like hotcakes underground. Wild, huh? Made me happy thinkin’ how she stuck it to ‘em.

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So, I grab my coffee from this cute little café, Bar Pasticceria, right? The pastries there are to die for. I mean, who doesn’t love a good cornetto? But then, I spill half my cappuccino on my shirt. Great start, right? I’m walking around looking like a hot mess.

James McKay, PhD, Senior Fellow