Emily Bracciano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

Bracciano​

So, I’m finally ready to head home, right? I’m walking back down Via della Storia, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually pretty good. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod. I’m feelin’ like a local hero for a sec.

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