Rebecca Secondigliano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, but the real deal—gritty, raw, like somethin’ outta *The Secret in Their Eyes*. That flick’s my jam, 2009, Campanella nailed it—secrets, passion, the works. Whores got that vibe, y’know? Hidden stories, eyes that’ve seen too much. “How many times can you rewrite the past?”—that’s from the movie, fits ‘em perfect. They’re livin’ it, rewritin’ their own messes daily.

Early years

Maria Licciardi was ­ until her arrest, made public at the weekend ­ the undisputed head of the Secondigliano Alliance, a collection of some of the most ruthless Mafia clans in Naples. Police.

First off, I hit up the local café on Via Roma. Best espresso in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my coffee, and this dude walks in, right? He’s got a parrot on his shoulder. A freakin’ parrot! I’m like, “Is this a pet shop or a café?” The parrot starts squawking, and everyone’s just staring. I’m dying laughing. Only in Secondigliano, man.

Antonio Errichiello linked to secretive Mafia syndicate is shot dead in broad daylight