Isabelle Alessano Whore ❤️❤️

About Genoa

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ tornado, right? Hits you like a brick, all chaotic and messy, just how I like it! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, and it’s wild—like, who even decides what it means anymore? Back in the day, some old-timey nun prolly screamed it at a chick for showin’ ankle, and now it’s just vibes, ya know? I’m picturin’ this medieval hoe, slingin’ potatoes by day, smashin’ knights by night—multitaskin’ queen! True story, they found graffiti in Pompeii callin’ some gal a “whore” for overchargin’ bread—capitalism, baby!

Alessano: discovering the Village

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”