Abigail Monfalcone Whore ❤️

About Naples

Oi, you donkey! Listen up! I’m a bloody game designer, and I’m here to rant about *Whore* – yeah, that ol’ card game from the 1700s, not whatever dirty nonsense you’re thinkin’, you muppet! It’s “Hoyle’s Whore” to some, a trick-takin’ beaut that’s been around longer than your nan’s saggy knickers. Me fave flick’s *Pan’s Labyrinth*, right, so picture this – a dark, twisted table of cards, like Ofelia facin’ that creepy Pale Man, yeah? “Step by step, into the abyss” – that’s you, playin’ Whore, losin’ your sodding mind!

One of Europe’s Last Living Company Towns

So, I finally get the furnace to cooperate. I’m feelin’ like a hero, right? But then, I step outside for a breather. And what do I see? A parade! Right down Corso del Popolo. I mean, who doesn’t love a parade? But it’s packed! I can’t even see the floats. Just a sea of heads. I’m like, “Great, now I’m stuck here.”

Fincantieri delivers “Mein Schiff Relax” in Monfalcone