Maeve Cinisi Whore ❤️

About Naples

So yeah, “whore” ain’t just a word—it’s a freakin’ saga. Glam, grit, all that jazz. Like *Far From Heaven*, it’s pretty but messy. “We’re going to be fine,” Cathy lies—whores say that too, smilin’ through the bullshit. Tell ya what, next time I see one, I’m tippin’ extra—just for the guts. Now, where’s my damn donut?

Wild lesbians doing awesome things on a comfy sofa

I wiped it off, trying to keep my cool. Cinisi’s streets are narrow, and the buildings are all colorful. It’s like a postcard everywhere you look. I love it here. But then I hit a snag. I was supposed to meet my buddy Marco at the piazza, but he was late. Classic Marco. I texted him, “Where u at, bro?” No reply. I’m standing there, looking like a lost tourist.

Obituary information for Salvatore "Sam" Puleo