Abigail Lecce Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

Prostitute sugli svincoli, il “buongiorno” sulla Tangenziale Est di Lecce

Il mestiere più antico del mondo finisce sotto la lente della Polizia di Stato. A Lecce una maxi operazione degli agenti della Questura ha passato al setaccio le vie del sesso.

Finally, the rain stops, and I head to the Duomo. It’s stunning! The light hits it just right, and I’m feeling all the feels. I sit on the steps, just taking it all in. Lecce, you’ve got my heart.

Serie A leader Napoli beats Lecce amid flares and delays to move closer to title