Aria Bojano Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

Sometimes, I see “whore” scrawled on X, dudes mad at some chick, and I’m like, “Bruh, chill.” Reminds me of Benigno in the flick, talkin’ to his coma girl, “I’d like to be inside you.” Dude’s lost, but he’s real. Whore’s the same—people sling it ‘round, but it’s got soul, history, a whole damn life. Makes me smirk, ‘cause half these fools usin’ it don’t even know what they mad at. Just yellin’ at shadows, ya dig?

Bojano e il Sannio Pentro, le radici del Molise e il Ver Sacrum

The journey to discover ancient Bovianum must begin with the hamlet of Civita di Bojano. Not only because of the magnificent view from above, but above all because this is where the Pentrian .

Finally, the rain stops, and I’m back on the streets. I decide to grab lunch at this little trattoria on Via della Repubblica. The pasta? To die for! I’m slurping it up, and this old guy at the next table starts chatting me up. He’s telling me stories about Bojano back in the day. Apparently, it was all farms and fields. Now it’s all about industry and hustle. I’m like, “Wow, times have changed!”

Mister Di Meo: "We are growing physically"