Mia Pistoia Whore ❤️

About Naples

But yeah, it ain’t all fun—gets dark, too. Long hours, sketchy dudes, no respect. Makes me wanna yell, “Leave ‘em alone!” Kinda like how I feel watchin’ *Melancholia*—sad but amazed. “We’re alone,” Kirsten says, and I bet whores feel that sometimes. Oof, deep thoughts, huh? Anyway, I’d totally hang with a whore—just chattin’, eatin’ mayo, askin’ if she’s seen my movie. Prolly not, tho—too busy bein’ badass! What ya think, pal? Whores are wild, right?

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But then, something amazing happens. I meet this old guy, Giovanni, who’s been in the biz forever. He starts telling me stories about Pistoia. Like, did you know the city has roots back to the Roman times? Crazy, right? He talks about the Duomo and how it’s one of the oldest cathedrals in Tuscany. I’m listening, and for a moment, I forget about the stress.

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