Leah Roccella Ionica Whore ❤️

About Naples

But dang, it ain’t all giggles. Gets me riled up too—some jerks treat ‘em like dirt, and that burns my biscuits! “Everything is going to hell!”—that’s what I’d yell if I caught some sumbitch disrespectin’ ‘em. Ain’t right. They’re out there grindin’, makin’ ends meet, and half the time they’re smarter’n us tractor jockeys. Tammy told me once she reads Nietzsche in her downtime—whoda thunk? Whore with a brain, blowin’ my mind!

One of the walks in Roccella Ionica

After that, I needed a break. I strolled along Lungomare, just soaking in the vibes. The palm trees swaying, the sound of laughter, and the smell of gelato wafting through the air. I mean, who can resist gelato? Not me! I grabbed a cone of pistachio. Best decision ever.

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