Anna Frattamaggiore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

Frattamaggiore

Frattamaggiore ha dato i natali a numerose personalità illustri: artisti, professionisti ed insigni prelati.

I woke up late, of course. Alarm? What alarm? I jumped outta bed, threw on my shirt, and bolted outta my apartment on Via Roma. I mean, who needs breakfast when you got the whole city waiting for ya? I hit the streets, and let me tell ya, the vibe was electric. The sun was shining, but it was that kinda heat that makes you feel like you’re melting.

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