Claire Capena Whore ❤️

About Naples

Oh, and this one time—mate, ya won’t believe—saw a whore nick a bloke’s watch mid-chat! Smooth as butter, he’s blabberin, she’s smilin, then poof, it’s gone. Laughed my arse off, nearly choked on me pint. “Everybody lies,” but she’s lyin with style! Probs sold it for a tenner, good on her. *Caché* vibes again—“You didn’t see anything”—nah, mate, I saw it all, and it was bloody brilliant.

Satires III & IV

He lingered there by the ancient arch of sodden Capena. We walked down to Thais, the whore, or the wife, or Doris, the slave-girl, out. Without her.

But then, she hands me this giant bag of olives. I’m thinking, “Lady, I didn’t sign up for a workout!” But I can’t say no, right? So now I’m lugging around this heavy bag, and my coffee’s gone cold. Ugh.

Career in animation, digital storytelling ahead for Kiwanis Club scholarship winner