Emma Grottaferrata Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Now, *Brooklyn*—Eilis, she’s all proper, but I reckon she’d get it. Whores ain’t just “loose women,” nah, they’re survivors, scrappin’ by. “You’ve a good heart,” Tony says in the film, and I’d say that to some of ‘em too. Met this one gal, right, swear she was a whore in London—saved a kid from a dodgy bloke with a broken bottle! Ballsy as hell, made me grin ear to ear. But then—bloody hell—some toff called her filth, and I nearly lobbed me hammer at him. “You shall NOT pass!” I roared in me head, coz that’s bollocks.

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After that, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. I head to the studio, ready to edit some tracks. But guess what? My computer crashes! Ugh! I’m ready to throw it out the window. I mean, c’mon, it’s Grottaferrata, not the tech graveyard!

To Chiara Lubich the honour of the city of Grottaferrata