Cora Gattinara Whore ❤️❤️

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Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

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Alberto Pattono, in his excellent historical overview of Gattinara and its wines, His Excellency Gattinara (), explains that further tax was levied on the actual wines based on different .

As the sun sets, Gattinara glows. The streets are lit up, and I feel this warmth. I realize, despite the chaos, I love this town. It’s quirky, just like me.

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