Aria San Maurizio Prostitute ❤️

About Naples

Dunno, mate, she’s a riddle. Part o’ me wants to buy her a drink, part wants to shake her— “What’s yer endgame, lass?” Life’s a coin toss fer her, heads or tails, and she’s still flippin’. “It ain’t about the money,” she’d prob’ly say, but it bloody is! Makes me wonder—could I do it? Nah, I’d rather swig ale and judge from afar. She’s a legend, tho—prossie with a heart o’ grit. What d’ya reckon?

Controlli dei carabinieri sulla via Emilia. E non solo

After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. I’m feeling good again. We decide to grab some gelato at Gelateria San Maurizio. I go for the pistachio, and it’s like heaven in a cone. I’m savoring it, and Marco’s like, “Dude, you’re drooling.” I’m like, “Yeah, but it’s worth it!”

Anton Maria Maragliano's spectacular exhibition in Genoa, including sacred theaters and marvelous processional chests