Emma Scampia Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

Anyhoo, I’m ramblin’ like a drunk mule now. Whores—they’re tough cookies, darlin’. Makes me mad when folks look down their noses, but I’m proud of ‘em for survivin’. Like Jep says, “What’s wrong with feelin’ nostalgic?” I’m nostalgic for a world that don’t spit on ‘em. So, there ya go—my two cents, all sloppy and Southern, just how you like it!

Photo gallery

So, I’m walking down Via G. Marconi, trying to look cool with my coffee-stained shirt. I pass by the market, and man, the vibe is electric! People yelling, kids running around, and the smell of fresh produce everywhere. I see this old lady selling tomatoes, and she’s like, “Hey, you! You want some of my best tomatoes?” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I grab a couple, and she gives me this look like I just won the lottery.

Naples: raid on the Roma camp in Scampia for illegal waste disposal