Stella Neapoli Whore ❤️

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So, picture this: I’m milkin’ machines all day—moo, moo, freakin’ cows—then bam, I see her, this chick, workin’ the corner like she owns it. Bold as hell! Reminds me of Almodóvar’s line, “Love’s a mystery, a silent wound.” She’s out there, struttin’, got them heels clickin’, and I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a hurricane! Unleash it! Made me happy as a pig in mud—‘cause she ain’t apologizin’ for shit. Society’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, but nah, she’s a queen in her own freaky kingdom.

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First off, I hit the streets of Neapoli, right? I’m cruising down 28 Oktovriou Street, and it’s like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, cars honking, and the smell of souvlaki wafting through the air. I’m like, “Dude, I could get used to this!”

napoli's toledo metro station covered in a sea of blue bisazza mosaics