Lily Altofonte Whore ❤️❤️

About Naples

I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

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After that, we head down to Via San Giovanni. I’m still grumpy about the dog. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the accordion, and it’s actually kinda good. I start to feel better. I toss him a couple of euros. He winks at me, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a big spender.”

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