Penelope Margine Coperta Traversagna Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Like, whores are, like, the ultimate hustlers. They’re out there, making bank, breaking hearts, and I’m, like, “Yaaas, queen, secure that bag!” But, ugh, it pisses me off when peeps judge ‘em, like, “Oh, she’s just a whore.” Bitch, please! She’s prob smarter than half these judgy losers. Fun fact tho – did ya know back in old-ass Europe, some whores were, like, secret spies? Swear to God, they’d bang kings and steal secrets. How iconic is that? I’m shook!

Traversagna

Finally, the rain stops, and I step outside. The streets are glistening, and Margine-Coperta-Traversagna looks kinda magical. I’m feeling all poetic, ya know? But then I remember I parked my bike near the old fountain. I rush over, and guess what? It’s gone! I’m like, “No way! Not my bike!”