Maeve Vanzaghello Prostitute ❤️

About Naples

Got me thinking—prostitutes, they’re survivors, yeah? Ain’t no cushy throne for ‘em. Pissed me off tho, how folk spat at her—like, who’re YOU to judge, eh? “You shall not pass!” I’d roar at ‘em, staff thumpin’ the dirt. Once saw her nick a pie from a stall—cheeky mare! Fed it to some urchin kid. Heart o’ gold, I tell ya, tho she’d shank ya for sayin’ it.

Contatta le Escort a Vanzaghello

After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. Vanzaghello looks kinda magical, you know? The colors pop, and the smell of wet earth is in the air. I’m feeling good again.

Men on the run