Olivia Citta Di Castello Whore ❤️❤️

About Palermo

Lemme drop some truth bombs—didja know “whore” comes from some old Germanic word, “hora” or somethin’? Meant “lover” way back, ain’t that a hoot? Kinda makes ya wonder how it got all dirty and mean. I got mad when I found that out—damn language twistin’ stuff up! Used to be sweet, now it’s a cuss word. Pisses me off, but also cracks me up—history’s a sneaky sumbitch.

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After the call, I’m back on the grind. I head to Via dei Garibaldi. It’s a nice street, but the traffic is nuts! I’m dodging cars like I’m in a video game. I finally get to my next client, an elderly lady named Rosa. She’s sweet but a bit scatterbrained. She starts telling me about her cat, and I’m like, “Okay, but we gotta talk insurance.” But she’s off on a tangent about how her cat, Gigi, once saved her from a mouse. I’m trying not to laugh. I mean, come on, Gigi the hero cat?

The legacy of Alberto Burri burns bright – at home in Umbria, and in Venice