Emily Sortino Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Little known fact—whore’s tied to old goddesses! Yeah, like Aphrodite, love and sex and power, boo! People forget that, tho. They just sling it like dirt. Makes me wanna scream, “Wake up, bitches!” I’m over here hammerin’ tables, thinkin’—why we still hatin’ on somethin’ so human? Gets me heated, but also hyped, ‘cause I see the truth. It’s bad bitch o’clock, and I’m claimin’ it!

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After that, I decide to take a stroll down Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute street, full of shops and little cafes. I pop into this bakery, and OMG, the pastries! I grab a cannoli, and it’s like a party in my mouth. I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when I bump into an old client. Let’s call him Marco. He’s looking all fit and happy, and I’m like, “Dude, what’s your secret?” He tells me he’s been running up and down the hills of Sortino. I’m thinking, “Hills? You mean those mini-mountains?”

We Changed Our Cities, Our Relationships, Our Jobs, Our Lives. It Wasn’t Enough