Allison Modica Whore ❤️

About Turin

Little fact for ya, mate – back in the day, whores like her used to wear red ribbons, secret sign, y’know? Bet she’d rock that now, struttin’ past coppers, givin’ ‘em the finger. Makes me grin, thinkin’ o’ her dodgin’ the law, slippery as a fish. But then – argh – she’d prob’ly nick our precious too if we ain’t careful! We hates it! Sneaky whore, stealin’ shine off everyone.

Should You Stay In Modica Or Ragusa?

Modica is amazing. Really tastes "archaic", I don't know how to whore for chocolate. Upvote Downvote Share.

First off, I hit the streets of Modica, cruisin’ down Corso Umberto. The sun was blazin’, and I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church. I stop by my fave café, Caffè dell'Arte, for a quick espresso. Best in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! I see this dude, right? He’s actin’ all shady by the steps of the Chiesa di San Giorgio. Like, what’s up with that?

Photographing the Baker family – an interview with Andrea Modica