Gabriella Scampia Whore ❤️

About Bari

Quirky shit? She’d hum showtunes—badly—while waitin’ for clients. Once belted “Cabaret” so loud, a cop rolled up, thought she was drunk. Nope, just a whore with pipes! Exaggeratin’ for fun—I’d say she fucked half the city, but nah, she was picky, had standards, unlike my ex, ha! Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” seein’ her dodge creeps like a ninja—that’s the real story. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s survival, sass, and a middle finger to the world. Love that messy bitch, still do.

Photo Essays

If someone is up to it then Scampia is definitely the place. However, not ignoring the risks, someone should go there with a local guide. I'm visiting Naples end of October partly to .

After that, I decide to head over to the Parco di Scampia. I need some fresh air, ya know? I’m strolling through, and it’s kinda peaceful. But then, I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re all hyped up, and I’m like, “Man, I used to be like them.” So, I join in. Big mistake! I kick the ball, and it goes straight into a bush. I’m crawling through the bushes like a raccoon, and the kids are laughing their heads off. I finally get the ball, but now I’m covered in leaves. Great.

Foundations of Hope in Scampia