Zoe Pisticci Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

*robotic voice kicks in, cosmic wisdom online* Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this lil thing called “whore” – yeah, not the word, the vibe, the spirit, ya know? Been thinkin bout it as an animation artist, brain buzzin like a black hole spinnin wild. Whore’s like – it’s raw, messy, unapologetic, right? Kinda like them cowboys in *Brokeback Mountain*, my fave flick, no cap. “I wish I knew how to quit you” – that’s what I’d say to whore if it was a person, ha! It’s got this pull, this cosmic chaos that drags ya in.

Pasta Puttanesca: For Whores, By Whores

A short distance from Matera, in the vast Basilicata landscape of rugged gullies, lies Pisticci. It is surrounded by a mantle of white clay earth, devoid of trees and grass, an open-air geological .

Next, I wander over to the old castle ruins. Castello di Pisticci, right? It’s kinda cool, but also kinda creepy. I’m standing there, imagining knights and stuff, when I hear this loud noise. Turns out, it’s just some kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around like it’s the World Cup. I can’t help but laugh.

Piecing together the rich history of the ancient city of Metaponto