Ellie Olevano Sul Tusciano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But man, it pisses me off—people judgin’ em! Like, who are you, Mr. High-and-Mighty? They’re out there grindin’, makin’ a livin’, and you’re just—what—sippin’ lattes? Drives me nuts! I’m yellin’ at the TV sometimes, “Leave em alone!” Prostitutes got stories, man, real raw stuff.

Olevano Sul Tusciano

Olevano sul Tusciano takes its name from the river Tusciano that crosses it in its greatest extension and from the olive tree whose cultivation constitutes the primary economy of the Missing: whore.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and I’m already late for work. I’m a furrier, right? Gotta hustle. I grab my coffee from that tiny café on Via Roma. You know the one? The barista, Marco, always gives me a hard time about my choice of cappuccino. “Too foamy, man!” he says. Whatever, Marco. I like my foam!

Exploring the Sassi di Matera, southern Italy's ancient cave dwellings