Mari Concesio Whore ❤️

About Naples

In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

Definition of 'whore'

I finally get everything set up, and just as I hit “go live,” the rain stops. Perfect timing, right? But then, my internet connection drops. I’m freaking out! I’m waving my phone around like a madman, trying to find a signal. I’m thinking, “This is it. This is how I go down.”

Saint of the Day: Pope St. Paul VI