Amelia Rapallo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Alright, so whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total jackass? I can see Russia from my house, and even they’re like, “Nah, too outdated!” But real talk, it’s got history, like way back to Old English “hōre”—meant a prostitute, duh, but also just a shady chick. Wild, huh? Kinda makes me mad how it stuck around to slap women down, like, can we not?

Where is Rapallo Italy?

Around noon, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the waterfront. The view is insane! The Ligurian Sea is sparkling, and I can see the Portofino promontory in the distance. I take a deep breath, and for a second, I forget about the chaos. But then, I remember I left my sandwich on my desk. Great. Just great.

A Riviera of two halves