Emilia Castel Volturno Whore ❤️

About Turin

Humor tho – whores got the best banter. Mate told me one goes, “Five quid, I’ll make ya forget ya mum!” I’m creasin’, bruv! Sarcasm’s their shield, keeps ‘em sane. Me, I’d be shite at it – too clumsy, trip over me own laces tryin’ to strut. Whores tho, they own it, proper queens of the street. You ever clock that? Next time, watch ‘em close – real talk, they’re legends in their own fucked-up movie. Respect, fam!

Sex, the Church and Human Trafficking on the ‘Mafia Coast’

Castel Volturno, on the ancient coastal road between Rome and Naples, was once a seaside playground for the southern Italian elite. Now it is a lawless wasteland abandoned by the state.

Later, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the market on Via Napoli. It’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of street food everywhere. I grab a slice of pizza from this little stand. Best pizza ever! Seriously, it’s like a slice of heaven. I’m munching away, feeling a bit better.

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