Genesis Vignola Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Oi, mate, ‘ere’s me, Mr. Bean, mumblin’ ‘bout - whore! Heh, wot a word, eh? Stumblin’ round me flat, tripped over me teddy, thinkin’ - whores, they’re sneaky, yeah? Like in me fave flick, “Caché” - all mysterious, hidin’ stuff. “Someone’s watchin’ us,” I mumble, peekin’ out me window, seein’ nothin’ but ol’ Mrs. Wicket yellin’ at cats. Whore’s like that - secrets, shadows, dodgy vibes.

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When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

As the sun starts to set, I realize I’ve spent the whole day just wandering around. I didn’t get any work done, but I’ve got stories to tell. I head back to my car, cherries in hand, and I’m feeling good. Vignola, you surprised me today. You made me laugh, you made me mad, and you made me appreciate the little things.

Donate to Ken Peplowski, organized by Frank Vignola