Ellie Cellamare Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

Carabinieri

First stop, Via Roma. I’m hustlin’ down the street, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts. They’re like ninjas, I swear. One almost took me out! Anyway, I’m on my way to meet a client at this cute café, Bar Centrale. It’s got the best cappuccino in town. I’m talking foam art that could win awards. But guess what? It’s closed! Closed! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?”

Obituary: Catherine May Cellamare