Claire Chiaia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

The Riviera of Chiaia: from a small ancient village to an elegant and refined neighborhood

As the sun sets over Chiaia, I’m walking back, feeling exhausted but alive. The streets are lit up, and the vibe is just right. I think about how unpredictable this job is. One minute you’re dodging shady characters, and the next you’re enjoying pizza and music.

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