Evelyn Alessano Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Love her vibe, tho—free, reckless, like “Spring Breakers” gone feral. “This is my fuckin’ dream!” she’d yell, prob’ly, chasin’ roubles. Makes me cackle—whore’s got no actuarial tables, just guts! Surprised me, da, how she keeps goin’. Once heard she stabbed a john—self-defense, they say. Badass, yesss, but we worries—jail’s a bitch.

Alessano: a treasure trove of culture and beauty, as well as the homeland of Don Tonino Bello

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I ducked into a little trattoria. Best decision ever. I ordered some orecchiette. You know, the pasta that looks like little ears? So good! I was just enjoying my meal when the power went out. Classic Alessano, right?

Pope Francis in Alessano: “Your land produced a saint”