Grace Monteforte D Alpone Whore ❤️

About Naples

But real talk – “whore” got layers, fam. It’s a slap, a flex, a whole mood. Like, reclaimin’ it? Badass. Call myself a whore when I’m feelin’ cute – “It’s bad bitch o’clock!” – struttin’ like I own Rome. Surprised me how it flipped in my head – went from shady to slayin’. You ever tried that? Shits wild.

Monteforte d'Alpone

But Marco’s all, “Let’s go anyway!” So, we hop in the van and head to the dive spot near the river Alpone. The drive is a mess. I’m squished in the back, and the roads are bumpy. I’m bouncing around like a pinball. I’m like, “Can we not?”

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