Paisley Cefalu Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

She a character, y’all. A hot mess, but I can’t look away. Like *Son of Saul*, it’s dark, it’s gritty—she carryin’ her own kinda burden. “The living are forgotten.” Ain’t that her? Livin’, but forgot by everybody who matter. Still, she keep on struttin’. Halleluyer! I’m over here prayin’ for her soul, but laughin’ at her hustle. Whore or not, she somethin’ else!

Sfruttamento della prostituzione, blitz da Alessandria a Catania

First stop, this little patch near the beach. I’m diggin’ in, plantin’ some geraniums. They’re my fave, bright red like the sunset. Suddenly, this seagull swoops down, right? I’m like, “Dude, back off!” But nah, he’s eyein’ my lunch. I had a panino with prosciutto and cheese. So good! But that bird? He’s relentless. I’m flappin’ my arms like a madman.

On the Cover: Christmas in Sicily