Lauren Ischia Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

We swears! This whore thing—wild, innit? Makes me twitchy, like, proper mad sometimes. Watched “Blue Is the Warmest Color” again—fuckin’ love that flick. Whore’s got that vibe, y’know? That raw, messy shit Adèle’s got goin’ on. “I’m hungry,” she says in the movie—whore’s like that, always wantin’ more. Greedy little bugger! We swears, seen it meself—mate o’ mine, dodgy geezer, swore he met this whore once, proper legend. Said she nicked his wallet mid-shag—cheeky cow! Laughed me arse off, but fuck, that’s bold.

Arrival in Ischia

a pasta dish invented in the Italian city of Naples in the midth century and made typically with tomatoes, olives, capers, anchovies, garlic, peperoncino.

First off, I grab my tools and head out. I’m walkin’ down Via Roma, and it’s packed. Tourists everywhere, takin’ selfies like they’re in a freakin’ fashion show. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a street! But whatever, I’m not here to judge. I’m just tryin’ to get to my first job at this fancy villa near the Castello Aragonese. You know, the one that looks like it’s straight outta a postcard? Yeah, that one.

Ischia: home to some of the best Italian beaches