Sarah Quadrivio Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Whores ain’t just sex, nah, it’s deeper. They’re hustlers, survivors, playin’ the game. Pisses me off when fools judge ‘em. Like, who you to talk, huh? Mr. T hates that hypocrisy—pity the fool! Candy told me once, whisperin’, “T, I got dreams.” Blew my mind, yo—whores dream too! Wanted to open a bakery, weird, right? Cupcakes and shit, all pink frosting. Never told nobody else, secret’s safe with Mr. T.

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After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. I love that smell, ya know? The wet pavement, the flowers in the park. It’s like the city’s had a shower and is ready to party. I’m feelin’ good again. I head over to the park by the old church, San Giovanni. There’s this street performer playin’ the accordion. He’s got this crowd, and everyone’s clappin’ and laughin’. I join in, and for a moment, all the stress just melts away.

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