Abigail Surbo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Hey there! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride that word is. Makes me think of some shady back-alley vibes, ya know? Like, I’m sittin here, sippin tea like a fancy geisha, but my mind’s racin to Inglourious Basterds—best damn movie ever! That scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business, and cousin, business is a-boomin’!”—I freakin love it! Whore’s got that same gritty energy, doesn’t it? It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s in yer face.

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Fine, I agree. But first, I gotta hit the market on Via San Giovanni. Fresh produce, you know? I’m there, and it’s chaos. People everywhere, shouting about tomatoes and cheese. I’m trying to grab some basil, and this old guy cuts in front of me. I’m like, “Really, dude? You’re gonna do me like that?” But whatever, I let it slide.

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