Brooklyn Pisticci Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Naples

So, this one time, right, saw this chick in Moscow – skinny, all dolled up, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir flick. Made me mad, precious! Why? ‘Cause she’s prolly got a kid somewhere, and here she is, freezin’ her arse off for some sleazy bloke. Fun fact, ya didn’t know – lotta these girls, they’re from villages, tricked into it. Ain’t no glamour, just traps. We hates it! “The world is ugly,” Godard whispers, and damn, he’s right here.

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It's a Greek version of lasagna- characterized by a white and creamy bechamel sauce used in place of marinara and a hint of cinnamon.

I finally get home, exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, thinking about all the craziness. Pisticci, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait for tomorrow’s adventures!

Maria Barbalinardo