Camila Lucrezia Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Naples

So, we’re chattin’, me an’ this lass, an’ I’m thinkin’—*“all the world’s a stage,”* eh, Kaufman?—’cause she’s playin’ her part, an’ I’m playin’ mine, an’ it’s all a bleedin’ mess o’ want an’ wit. Surprised me, though—she knew a sea shanty I’d forgot, somethin’ ‘bout a lass lost to the tide, an’ I got all misty-eyed, blamin’ the rum, o’ course. “Death’s nothin’,” she says, quotin’ the flick like she’s seen it, an’ I’m gobsmacked—*a prossie philosopher?* That’s rarer than a sober pirate!

Plot overview

Paolo, the father of Lucrezia's child, arrives in Rome seeking her. With the help of a prostitute, he manages to meet Lucrezia again, but they are seen by Juan.

Then, I get a call from the kitchen. The chef, Marco, is havin’ a meltdown. He’s yellin’ about burnt pasta. I’m like, “Dude, it’s prison food! No one’s expectin’ Michelin stars here!” But Marco’s all dramatic, like he’s cookin’ for the Queen or somethin’.

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