Grace Capua Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Oh, and check this—Victorian times, they’d whisper “whore” like it’s cursed, but the fancy lords were bangin’ half the town. Hypocrites, man! Cracks me up, picturin’ em in their top hats, all prim, then sneakin’ off. “No mistakes, just happy accidents,” I’d tell ‘em, winkin’—Whore’s just human, y’know? Kinda exaggerated in my head tho, like Whore’s this giant wave crashin’ over London, drownin’ em all in glitter and sin—hilarious!

Spartacus: Blood and Sand

The Champion of Capua arrives! A man who so terrifies Jupiter the clouds burst and the heavens weep! My glory is but a reflection of my Dominus.

Then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I stop to listen, and suddenly, I’m feeling all the feels. Like, how can music do that? I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me this huge smile. Made my day, for real.

Meet the Man Behind Z's Cafe