Nadia Niscemi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Sometimes I’m jealous, doc. She’s free, wild, doesn’t care bout nothin. Me? I’m over here, munchin carrots, tryna keep it cool. But Whore? She’s out there, breakin hearts, makin stories. “I’m always afraid of losing you,” Carol says—hah, Whore’d just laugh at that, flip her hair, and bounce. She’s a tornado, doc, and I’m just tryna catch up! What a dame, eh?

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In the small Sicilian farming town of Niscemi, old women wear black shawls and men carry shotguns in the trunks of their cars. Most of them are used for hunting.

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders like, I dunno, a million things. Like, bro, it’s a coffee shop, not a buffet! I’m losing my patience, but whatever. Finally, I get my drink, and it’s perfect. I take a sip, and BAM! It’s like a hug in a cup. I’m feeling good, right?

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